Poems and Texts

Poem from Gates & Fields by Jennifer Firestone

Poem from Gates & Fields

Held to the light that was leaving
She sees herself vanishing
She walks the miles till land is milk

And the crack of lightning on her skin the hole in the ground
The wash of water that was sweeping and rose
The signs of the book that bled:

Oh please my love my prayer my tiny ability
My words that burn to fire and then no more

Photo: Amanda Field

Jennifer Firestone

Jennifer Firestone was raised in San Francisco and now lives in Brooklyn. She is an Assistant Professor of Literary Studies at Eugene Lang College (The New School). Her books include Ten (BlazeVOX, forthcoming), Gates & Fields (Belladonna* Collaborative), Swimming Pool (DoubleCross Press), Flashes (Shearsman Books), Holiday (Shearsman Books), Waves (Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs), from Flashes (Sona Books), snapshot (Sona Books), and Fanimaly (Dusie Kollektiv). Firestone co-edited (with Dana Teen Lomax) Letters To Poets: Conversations about Poetics, Politics and Community (Saturnalia Books) and co-authored LITtle by LITtle with photographer and urban geographer, Laura Y. Liu. Firestone has work anthologized in Kindergarde: Avant-Garde Poems, Plays, Songs, & Stories for Children and Building is a Process / Light is an Element: essays and excursions for Myung Mi Kim. Firestone won the 2014 Marsh Hawk Press Robert Creeley Memorial Prize.

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