Chloë Mattingly
A Tangle of Lines

Chloë Mattingly - A Tangle of Lines

Contest - 2nd Place
Chloë Mattingly was born in the south and raised in the north, and she’s been confused ever since. Presently, she is based in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Her work has been anthologized in Creative… Read more »
Caylin Capra-Thomas
Bigfoot to Her Daughter

Caylin Capra-Thomas - Bigfoot to Her Daughter

Contest - 1st Place
Caylin Capra-Thomas's second chapbook Inside My Electric City is available through YesYes Books. The recipient of the Louisville Literary Arts Association's 2016 Writer's Block Prize in Poetry, and… Read more »
Dayna Patterson
Ophelia, Amphibian

Dayna Patterson - Ophelia, Amphibian

Contest - 3rd Place
Dayna Patterson received her MFA from Western Washington University. She is a former Managing Editor of Bellingham Review, Poetry Editor for Exponent II Magazine, and Founding Editor-in-Chief of… Read more »

Ophelia, Amphibian - 3rd Place

Dayna Patterson

Let’s say she dives in to see the eels, their glistening coils,
and finds her gills. Let’s say she spies a window to self-
preservation, decides to still, pales

for her funeral, allows limbs to deadweight atop her bier
all the long way to the graveyard. She’s careful
not to flutter the sheer linen with breathing, soundless,

in her hibernation, as the men protest over who loved her
most. She lets her cold blood soak up earth’s chill.
Then, after rain, she surfaces through muddy layers,

awakes from her torpor, shedding shroud like a skin,
up into the sky’s blue burn. She migrates, arrives
at the overwintering place, away from Denmark, away

from Hamlet, away from the proddings of her father’s
ghost and her brother’s commandments.
(Thou shalt. Thoushalt. Thous halt.)

She renames herself Lia—bearer of good news, of good
nows. Free, she studies: Botanical phonemes. Floral linguistics.
The quiet of plants interspeaking, their instant messaging.

Here, she lays claim to the under-
story. Hers a glassy stream to swim, a mossery
to lie down in. Hers a mouthful of forest floor

and worm and lichen and sap. See her with algae
scooped in her palm, a jeweler’s glass
hitched to her eye.

A nonesuch nunnery of green.
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