PF detail from Pierre-Auguste Renoir - Beach Scene, Guernsey (Children by the Sea in Guernsey) - 1883;

ISSN 
1942-2067


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Melissa Buckheit is a poet, dancer/choreographer, photographer, teacher and massage therapist. Her poems, photography, and other writing have appeared or are forthcoming in nth position, Blue Fifth Review, The Drunken Boat, Taiga, UA Poetry Center Newsletter, Cutthroat: A Journal of the Arts, Bombay Gin, A Trunk of Delirium,  Laurel Moon, and Sonora Review. Her manuscript, On the Back of the Animal Is the Mouth of the Vase, has been a finalist/semifinalist for several first book awards, and a chapbook, Arc, was published in 2007 by The Drunken Boat, http://www.thedrunkenboat.com.  Melissa translates from Modern Greek and into French, and holds an M.F.A from Naropa University and a B.A. from Brandeis University. Her poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes, a Best of the Net Award, and a Best of the Web Award. She has taught at the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum, The Art Center Design College, and currently teaches at Pima College and Zuzi! Dance Company. She has studied Modern Dance, Ballet and Aerial Trapeze dancing and performing her original choreography in Boston, Boulder and Tucson, independently, as a member of Brandeis Dance Collective, and Zuzi! Dance Company. She founded and curates, Edge, a reading series for emerging and younger writers in Tucson, AZ.

 

                                                                      Les fruits du matin

 

One of several known species
                       of bird who frequent the Pacific coast, migratory  lemons
peeled for afternoon, bitter mint and the rinds dropped in a pail by the door

small, white teeth
easily parched in cloth under pillow

                                        diagrams, grids, diastole
heart merging the endangered swallow, its delicate eggs                                   
                                                                       viscerale et immobile
     around my waist and I like it
                              red haunches   pale apparition of skirt
                                                                               we collide

as if a rabbit we stole from the pot deep brown velvet feet un seul
                                   you take dans ta bouche