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You As White Wall
by Rose Hunter
(when I try to understand what
I’m tracking my hands along
no entry or exit to the stucco
& although the this-then-that
is semipermeable)
(& there is paint roller in that, like
the one dropped from your roof, or
how before you are all mouth
and spirit bear roar)
the rest is render what to think
of you what to make of you
(no go white wall go
stay white wall, come)
Rose Hunter (website) has been published in such places as PANK, >kill author, The Nervous Breakdown, anderbo, Juked, and previously in qarrtsiluni. Her book of poetry, to the river, was published in 2010 by Artistically Declined Press. She lives in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
She recently came to the end of her obsessive-compulsive attempt to write one hundred “You As” poems. There are about sixty.
Irises
by Rose Hunter
Work hard that’s
all I did before, and then all I did
was drink; I’m boring,
in front of the razor wire
the man who says
no one has ever commented
on his eyes — how so?
they are blue and yellow
irises tumbling
a torrential garden
at Saint-Rémy
to prove it, I took his picture
but the eaves turned them black
but no problem, the man
who fixed doors for thirty years:
perhaps you need the Mexican sun
to see them? — steps out, smiling.
Links to Rose Hunter’s published writing can be found at her website, Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home. Her book of poetry, to the river, was published by Artistically Declined Press (2010). She edits YB, an online poetry journal, and lives in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
Apartments
by Rose Hunter
Plaza de las Tres Culturas, Mexico City (click to enlarge)
Rose Hunter is a writer who dabbles in picture taking. She posts some of them at her photo blog, Fotos del Dia.
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