Katie Tunning lives in Boston with her partner and a highly variable number of cats. Her poems have appeared in publications including Cider Press Review, Eclectica Magazine, and Triggerfish Critical Review.
I carried a hooked blade in my pocket and climbed a treethe fruit let go easily and there was plenty of itthe rain came on schedule and was welcomethe sea was like itself and no other thingand the sun was the same, the sunI left behind and cannot go back for. What would I carry it in, and to whom,when… Read more →
At the hospital I ask whether anything can be doneabout the red angle of my understandingbut the doctors deal only in new rednesses, not old,have no time cupped in their white handsfor the sun my shut eyes carry, so I go onafflicted by the usual clarity, the sudden wavesof total comprehension, the scorching happinessI keep having to put down, and… Read more →