Monday 11 November 2019

1 Poem by Wendy Gist


Radiant pomegranate

busted open on a limb:                                                 

A dove ducks in,

plucks a pip, in sun’s ray--

Beak bleeds

the hot gem:

Divinely humid.

Not a sound of what is to come.


Wendy Gist’s poetry, fiction and essays have been featured or are forthcoming in Amsterdam Quarterly, Empty Mirror Arts and Literary Magazine, Foliate Oak, Fourth River, Grey Sparrow Journal, New Plains Review, Rio Grande Review, RipRap, Soundings Review, St. Austin Review, The Lake (UK), and many other fine journals. Gist co-edits Red Savina Review. She’s the author of the chapbook “Moods of the Dream Fog” from Finishing Line Press. Gist is a Pushcart Prize nominee and semifinalist for Best Small Fictions 2017.  She Co-Edits Red Savina Review Journal.

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