Vertigo

 

What else is winter for but

transparent hands

nudge flesh into black,

making peril of endings?

December drifts with snow

under the oaks; cobblestones

graph with metal scores,

wherefore comes the brassy

sounds of splinters,

each stirring appears a wave,

mere relic of ice lost in

its own exactness of memory.

An elsewhere pulls within,

lit in cataract slate of

the fence post—strung up to

a height that froths down

the trees’ dark rows,

stroking what continuous

and seem as one,

as vertigo blinds softly on

frost-bound, stranger roads.

 

Bio:

A three-time Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net & Bettering American Poetry nominee, Lana Bella is an author of three chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016), Adagio (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and Dear Suki: Letters (Platypus 2412 Mini Chapbook Series, 2016), has had poetry and fiction featured with over 400 journals, including Acentos Review, Comstock Review, Expound, EVENT, Notre Dame Review, Word/For Word, among others, and work to appear in Aeolian Harp Anthology, Volume 3. 

Lana resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.

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