Second Issue: The Shepherdess

Sequential Art and Poem about meeting the "wise woman" archetype.

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Underneath the needles

In the mud where the morels breathe

I sink below the threshold

My body knows 

And descends into the dark cavern

Immersed in the static of a fountain

Sapphires filter

I reach into a white mirror

On the other side the air is softer

Is darkness made of layer upon layer?

Do constellations peek through pinholes?

Conveyored deep into emptiness on a wide belt

Below zero vacuum funnels

Chutes and ladders

Tunnels of milk

Wise woman waits until I knock

Then lets me out in the snow

Thank you calloused maiden of the fields

Bedouin shrouded

Cane and visor

Bonnet and staff

Damning the cattle factories

Alone where the frozen ammonia sleeps

And freight comes for retirement 

Corroded old track

She rounds the giant rolls of straw

And I follow as she bounds

Grasses hiss and whisper

“Rachel”

Guardian of the infinite horizon

Whips coyote with switches of nettle

While I

With bags beneath my eyes

Go hungry lest her trunk

Bridge our dimensions

Skin for bark

Spring ascends

Legs amphibian

She cocks her head at me

“Judging by your appearance, you don’t like yourself.”

Which she says with impunity

Because I’m her child

Still I anger

Because she’s my lover

“Rachel”

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