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      February 23, 2019Circle of CranesLuisa A. Igloria

      I will stand like the flame in the flame…
      I will stand very still in your absence…
      —David St. John

      They have stepped out of one
      rectangular sheet, the six
      that now touch wingtip
      to wingtip and, wordless,
      hum the white notes of the song
      hollowed out of paper—anthem
      of a kind of reverse creation:
      folded from substance,
      a well of apparently
      nothing
      But even so the empty
      space shimmers: a disc
      echoing still with the swift
      crosswise slash of scissors
      the careful pruning of neck
      from neck and wing
      from wing
      Newly sprung, each
      genuflects stiffly to the empty
      circle, remembering how
      the grasp of the world
      came coursing through
      the limbs; and what
      it felt like to lift entire,
      like dying, from
      the blade

      from #27 - Summer 2007

      Luisa A. Igloria

      “I’d never been in a creative writing workshop until I was thirty and in the first year of the doctoral program at University of Illinois at Chicago. Before that I pretty much worked on my own, sharing and reading work with a handful of friends who also wrote, and reading as much poetry as I could get my hands on. Now I make my permanent residence in America, and facilitate poetry workshops (I’m on the faculty of the Creative Writing Program at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia). What I want to tell my students is that poetry is the line we need to keep open because it connects us to what’s not yet completely broken in or domesticated. I like how it keeps a restlessness alive in me.”