Three Poems by Cory Hutchinson-Reuss

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As Something in the Distance Bells and Folds toward Us

We run moth flight and grasshopper
dry grasses under feet filled with invisible     flight dirt dark
waiting for limbs   disheveled by sirens
felled with wheels rolling field dark     disheveled by light
bruise plum damp     deep amber sorghum
field still and steel cut     field of hair     wheat scent caveat
sheaves of rain     wide plain beveled heat
lightning shoveled into cracking cloud field     buried
We    for how long fleeing small openings in us
that might     pour inward or    alight or sign to the future
to danger to paradise to a bright void okay yes     welcome
Here we are

 

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Winters, I-80

Field of white time I          grazed eyes out passenger side
window shuttled          and land slipped westward
reeled what should have been fluttering rows of corn
stumps running uphill toward sky         instead
snow horizonless          vertical plane of cold          nothing
I was          match that wouldn’t last a minute
in that pallid exhalation that          ending
that          empties the thoracic          cavity that moment
I thought          wolf          burred frosty-tongued          panting
warm-blooded roaming in skins it          tries to follow tracks
as their scent dissolves into atmosphere
moves          as a man missing his father […]


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Field Chorus (from the Constellating Dark)

Array of suns     flecks of sea glass spiraled
and spun into cities hidden in field ultra deep
Our cores push and pull     react to gravity
that tugs and sculpts neighboring galaxies
Everything shapes and is shaped
Contoured by proximity     and the waiting space

We flux lumen into futures     into reticulations
across screens telescopic     Chart     mark
narrate us into belts clusters buckles
Sailor rosaries deep time ago unstringing
We are     in fall     all
in manifold elemental pulse our god     is dark
Its impossible roots everywhere […]


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Cory Hutchinson-Reuss grew up in Arkansas, holds a Ph.D. in English from the University of Iowa, and currently resides in Iowa City with her family. Her poems have appeared in The Pinch, Cave Wall, Drunken Boat, Four Way Review, American Literary Review, Cold Mountain Review, and elsewhere. Persea Books recently named her a finalist for the Lexi Rudnitsky First Book Prize.

Read More: A brief interview with Cory Hutchinson-Reuss