Renee Emerson

We need to feature "The Wandering Witch" by Renee Emerson in Tinderbox Poetry Journal, vol. 1, 2014. It has a great sense of place and touch, something you often find in ancient Chinese poetry [ie even that translated by Pound and other Modernists]. It's quite lovely, but there's an edge to it, as sweetly hidden as a thin knife blade under a cloth hem.

Here's an excerpt:
[...]

A cricket, lacquer-black,
between the wet tongues
of marsh grass.

A dove in the sway
and quiver of night-wind.

[...]

She plunges into clamor
kept private. 

[...]