While you consider submitting to CLOCKHOUSE Volume Nine, here's something to read from Volume Five. Submissions are open until December 15, and the guidelines and submissions upload button are on the website.
from Helene Barker Kiser’s poem, Bathsheba, to Her First Child: The moment I tilted my face to the sun, hot, even sinking, I felt the king. Or rather, felt eyes sharp as a crow’s. Heat like touch, like a wall of film around me, a substance, heat of his hands but not his hands . My body a fever-- blood-red bloom of a cactus-- the bath water evaporated, surprised by the burn. Strangely calmed by the attention, I loved the early evening, the beginnings of shadows. The sun, I thought it the sun still, unrelenting. I didn’t know there were men around, the war raging on. I didn’t know there was something the king had to do.
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Yasmin Amico
9/1/2021 07:36:15 pm
Ugh! Refuse on the Beach by Yasmin Amico
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CLOCKHOUSE
A national literary journal published by the Archives
September 2022
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