Member since June 29, 2009 | 16,983 Readings |
Sara Guest lives in Portland, Ore. She is a visiting artist at Pacific Northwest College of Art, a volunteer writing facilitator for Write Around Portland, a Delve guide for Literary Arts and is currently helping Wordstock as an author coordinator.
I am Adam Lanza’s Mother
When I am the tragedy that has forgotten its name / When my tongue no longer sees / There are sharp teeth that could take it hostage / When the…
I Found Fire in Those Flames
In that period / I didn’t have milk on my cereal / And I didn’t have cereal / / My wheels were turning slowly / In the other direction / /…
One tree waves at the forest floor without the wind. The pine trees are wax statues of each other. Forethought heaps up inside me until a leather…
You were never lazy with your shoulders. When you lay down in the charred clover you knew nothing of what you gave away. That gull in the sky again….
Canyon as Chimney
Sing me the lullaby of a tether. A gorilla comes out of the cheat grass with his hands full. Bees into hail. I press my heart into your heart until…
The antlers are rougher than the seam
This wasn’t always the kind of place / a hunter would lay aside his pulse-thin / deer rifle for you – offer you a ride from / the mouth of…
Critic as Spinning Jenny
Hogs don’t think much. They get down on every root they find. Sometimes the garden pelts her splinters and sometimes they just fall. A runner goes…
Tell me deals / your blood’s made / while I record it here. / / The day after, I could have coughed up / your blood. It was tangling with…
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Letter from There
Well, my feet had dirt on them / pretty much all of the time. / Because it was my birthday, / I was given a piñata and I beat it / very…
The Four Stages of Global Warming Denial
/ / 1. It's not happening. / / After putting the dog in a deadlock / there is something I should think about, / but I can't say…
Self Portrait with Ancestor
Today too is an imposter. The cut fruit, / the orange you walked away from / once you realized it wasn’t really talking / to you. It’s just your…
The Kids’ Names
Right now, I got my shit together. But the rest of the time, / I hardly know what day it is, can’t play my bills, can’t / peep my word—mostly…
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