Apple Valley Review:
A Journal of Contemporary
Literature
 

ISSN 1931-3888

Volume 14, Number 2
(Fall 2019)

Copyright © 2019
by Leah Browning, Editor.  

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ELEGY FOR MY FRIEND
MARY, A FOUND POEM
NOBODY KNEW MY
MOTHER WAS A DRUNK
by Lisa Zimmerman

Jeannie Kiernan was my best friend in 4th grade.  Her big sister had
a horse, a dark bay gelding who could fold his front legs and leap
over painted rail fences, her sister balanced in the saddle, all poise
and focus, capable hands holding the reins lightly, lightly.  Jeannie
had more Breyer model horses than I had—mares and grazing
foals, elegant rearing stallions, dapples, chestnuts, prancing white-
blazed ponies, a whole herd sweeping across the red carpet in her
bedroom.  We were allowed to eat snacks on her bed, Oreos
which my mother never bought, and potato chips, caramel corn, the
pound bag of M&Ms, salted peanuts in their shells.  We could open
the fridge without permission and pour Coke into tall glasses clinking
with ice.  We rode our bikes like fast horses up and down the ragged
hill behind her house, each of us whinnying and snorting to each
other.  Dinner at Jeannie’s house was served before dark by her tall
graceful mother who circled the table like a musical note and we
didn’t have to sit and finish the food we didn’t like.  We didn’t
even have to put it on our plates.
by Lisa Zimmerman

When you are powerless,

                                 stranded—

from the great God—

                                 weight of the body, close.


When you are powerless.


Whenever winds are—

         where the whaleboats

                     where the bones

                                 where dread—

breaking violently and night.

                                 Moon graveyard.

When you are powerless.

         There in the nowhere, where

                     wings beat against the stones

at the sea’s throat—

                                 oh, to pluck life back.








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Lisa Zimmerman’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming
in
Cave Wall, Natural Bridge, Amethyst Review, Chiron
Review
, and other magazines.  Her debut poetry collection
won the Violet Reed Haas Poetry Award.  Zimmerman’s
recent collections are
The Light at the Edge of Everything,
which was published by Anhinga Press, and
The Hours I
Keep
, published by Main Street Rag.  She is a professor of
English and Creative Writing at the University of Northern
Colorado.   


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