Jul/Aug 2011 Poetry

Three Poems

by Richard-Yves Sitoski

Photo by Sara Catterall

Photo by Sara Catterall


thirst paws its frozen dish,
a heartbreak of no snow.

hunger cocks its head,
makes the sound of wind
blowing through a ribcage.



a room's not made by walls
but temperature. out there

drip woolens, steaming
on the fender.

in here are small things,
caught in mid-scrabble.



tracks break off,
a small disturbance of snow.

you cannot open
rabbit's eye.
its pupil
is a new moon.


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