Eliza I. Gilbert

Mar 1, 2024 | kenyonreview.org | Eliza I. Gilbert |Christine Imperial |Peter Kazon

After the fire it rains dandelions and we wear the fall like coats of paint on some small immortal toolshed. The game is this: You are a snake charmer. I am a pine cone. No tag-backs. Our father knows Latin but forgets that a burnt tongue is a temporary death sentence. So we stay outside. In the game.

May 19, 2023 | frontierpoetry.com | Eliza I. Gilbert

By Eliza Gilbert | May 19, 2023 In a poem that immediately draws into question the nature of truth and the power of language, Eliza Gilbert wields naming, the very action being interrogated, with grace and precision, piling image after image into an abundant, incisive reflection on “the things we could do to each other.”Astral Projectioncan mean whatever you want it to mean. I meanimpossible things can pour from ignorance, so longas you mean it.