Sarah Audsley
she multiplies herself to be every single
living thing: a cloud of butterflies, six calves

grazing in the field beyond the pines, grass
bending to the wind’s steady pressure. She’s

a swarm of bees seeking the dust of golden pollen
hidden in the cups of poppies. She is an X

marks the spot where she made me, the hand
that never fed me, imprinting my DNA

a second time. She is a white moon tipped
over, brimming with milk for a body that’s

not there. She multiplies herself to be
every form: the breeze lifting the white curtain;

a pink silver-edged cloud expanding; the night
coming on. When my mother returns, she is

the bitter in my mouth I can’t dilute; she swells inside;
she’s the branch from which birds will never fly.
from the book LANDLOCK X / Texas Review Press
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"When My Mother Returns as X" is a list poem that employs the pastoral lens to embody the dead mother. She returns in various reincarnations and the symbol "X" is the catalyst that propels her haunting. This poem originated in a packet exchange with poet and mentor, C. Dale Young, while I was a student in my third semester at Warren Wilson College's MFA Program for Writers. It was further revised as I moved through the program (with Christine Kitano and Sally Keith) and, years later, it became a central poem that helped unlock the overall structure and organization of my debut poetry collection, Landlock X.

Sarah Audsley on "When My Mother Returns as X" 
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Review of Claire Wahmanholm's Meltwater

"And so I must say, everything about this collection explodes: the world at war with itself, the body at war with itself, the speaker at war with herself. The multitudes cratered by the explosions crawl into me as I read and begin to exist in this space between the pages. Everything is liminal. Everything is plural."

via THE ARKANSAS INTERNATIONAL
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