Bio Note: I grew up in Wisconsin’s Kickapoo Valley. After converting to Islam and becoming fluent in Arabic, my family and I lived in Yemen for ten years, until stirrings of war brought us back to the US. After five years living on a homestead in the Missouri Ozarks with my children and various animals, I have recently returned to my Wisconsin home. My poems have appeared in venues such as Otata and Solitary Plover and I have a chapbook, Go Wolf Hunter, forthcoming from Pork Belly Press.
punctured moon spews snow the old birch haunted holds firm her battered crown
dive and glide eagles drag night across a violet sky watching i wonder again where truth is found in the flight or in the fall
right there two sandhill cranes framed by bare cottonwood lost to me in tall river grass your word for me enough
©2020 Khadijah Lacina
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