Carrie Weis
The Herons
In the prehistory, fault lines
Ran deep and never belonged to us with their
Crushing pressure on crystalline edges
Razor sharp blood cut fault surfaces of
Coal dust salt and sand
Where above now a heron walks
Slightly on the mud and wonders where the frog noise is coming
From exactly because we are hungry and
We lift our wings because our bones
Are hollow and light and we remember nothing
Of the tectonic past or the amount of pressure
That happened in order to get here in order to
Grind our bones to dust
Maureen O’Leary lives in California. Her poetry appears in Ariadne Magazine, Hush Lit, Train Poetry Journal, Black Spot Books’ Under Her Skin anthology, Live Nude Poems, Patchwork Folklore Journal, Brave Voices Magazine and Sycamore Review. She is a graduate of Ashland MFA.
Carrie Weis is an artist, writer, and educator. She holds a Master of Fine Arts in Painting from Kendall College of Art & Design, and a B.I.S. degree in Studio Fine Art with a minor in Art History from Ferris State University. She is active in her studio practice attending residencies and exhibiting in solo and group shows. Her works have been published on book covers and in art and literature periodicals.