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Dr. Blasey Ford Explained, “Indelible in the Hippocampus is the Laughter,” and I Still Can’t Forget It Ishmael was cast out in a wood, beyond the reach of God’s voice, trembling. A rustling. And God’s robe fell silent. Cowards always are. But the cool air was witness. Ishmael’s new robe, Hagar’s hair: tangled and bitter like the mouth of a girl muzzled by hands. Always a holding down. The simple truth, the swoop of a golden eagle. The goat caught, tossed off crags into a bottomless gorge of accusation, denial. Confirmation the powerful remain on top, laugh. CANDICE M. KELSEY [she/her] is a poet, educator, activist, and essayist from Ohio and living bicoastally in L.A. and Georgia. Her work appears in Passengers Journal, Variant Literature, and The Laurel Review among others. A finalist for a Best Microfiction 2023, she is the author of six books. Candice also serves as a poetry reader for The Los Angeles Review. Find her @candice-kelsey-7 @candicekelsey1 and www.candicemkelseypoet.com. Comments are closed.
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