We have to feature "[What is the forest language]" by Jennifer Firestone in Tinderbox Poetry Journal, vol. 1, 2014. She's got an echo of the Popol Vuh in here, and handles nature poetry well--a great kind of Transcendentalist, which is rare. There's an edge of Poe and the gothic; if you liked the book House of Leaves or Marisha Pessl's gothic novel Night Film, you will also like her poem "N i g h t d r e a m s".
Here's an excerpt from the former:
What is the forest language dark breath of green.
[...]
A fire in her claws flicker a fire works itself out.
The sun is not mine she whispers yet burning takes root.
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