It's back!

After an inexplicable months-long hiatus, the Poetry Forum is back! I am hoping to get some sort of informal writing workshop started at my grad program, so I will keep you updated about the changes. Meanwhile, feel free to comment on any of the previous posts, if you haven't already. And here's one of my own to begin the transition from well-known, published poets to those among us:

A Map of the Space Between Cupid and Psyche

Bridget Ryan

Lost, on the way back from Taos pueblo,

where stray dogs slept between blue

doorframes, and dust carried the scent

of sage and cedar, I run the line of silver

at my neck between my fingers and hold

one side of the map with my other hand.

I tried to brush

this dusty road away.

I thought it was an eyelash.

But it is more like the straight black wire

that fences the horses and bends only from

the sinewed pressure of a horse’s body.

New Mexico lies in squares between

your hand and mine, in the space

a drop of burning oil could traverse.