Sarah Bartlett

“Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life, / The middle tree and highest there that grew, / Sat like a cormorant.” John Milton The cormorant finds me walking aloneand dives right intakes over my left ventricleand changes my blood into salt waterI feel held for the firstContinue Reading

Slow pearl bodyA gleam under waterEven the dog pausesTo consider thatYou are aliveNow you are aliveMoving in slow circlesAround the pondAnd we are alive watchingYou in your ignorant beautyExist so hardThe trees bend downAnd elsewhere the oceanPulls itself toward yourGlow in the park’s sinkWhere sickness is nowhere nearYour milky scalesThatContinue Reading