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2022 Issue  >  Poetry  >  Pockets of Breath

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"Sleeping with the Sandhills"
by Roberta Condon

Pockets of Breath

AnaCapri Peterson

The waves wormed with discontent under my gaze

Distorted dancing images of my own reflection

Perhaps this perception is really me 


Upon the gray rippling screen 

The closer I look, the less I see 

The water, that black, bleak grave 


Beckons, begs, bargains, so I enter 

The cold grips me, a silken entrapment

Stuck below, in a cage of my own making 


The burning cold water becomes a numbing balm

Soothing the sharp edges of my mind 

Surrender is both my salvation and damnation 


Pockets of breath caress me 

Running towards the surface, even they leave me


Until there are no more

AnaCapri Peterson is an undergraduate student at UW-Platteville with a major in English with an Emphasis in Professional Writing.

Roberta Condon is an artist and gallerist from Portage, WI. She is an award-winning Signature Member of the Pastel Society of America, and a member of the Master’s Circle in the International Association of Pastel Societies. Roberta Condon has a gallery and studio at 223 W Cook Street in Portage, WI and is the author of the book “Agriculture All Around, Agriculture Run Aground” which discusses the loss of the family farm in the Midwest. This work is from her book in progress, and series of paintings entitled “A Hollow Boned Muse”.

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