Issue No. 17, Summer 2016

Bone People

We feed tooth and maul,
bang out on ivory keys,
pick cotton bolls
with wishbones and sorry
glances across the work,

sharpen scythe and axe
to cut through flesh and tendon,
green fields, and prairie
chickens and pray with
the rhythm of wet stone-
shhhh shhhh shhhh,

bone people,
savory broth, simmering
herbs, let her bones melt,
heal your broken heart–
thyme and trinity and low, low
heat to cook marrow to gold,

bone people
in the hills, dark alleys
of city noise, a quiet
tree shadowed street, we cook,
we listen, and carry
the knife blade shine,
a glint in our eyes-
shhhh, shhhh, shhhh.


Danelle Lejeune is a wanderer, a beekeeper, a farmer, a mother who gave up on art for nearly twenty years until an alligator in the marshes off the coast of Georgia convinced her to look twice. Since then she has been published in Literary Mama, Red River Review, and Fifth Wednesday Journal. Forthcoming work in Whale Road Review and Red Paint Hill Press. Her photos have appeared in Portland Review and Flyway Journal. She’s been a poet in residence at Vermont Studio Center, attended Charles University in Prague, and is the assistant to the Director at Ossabaw Writer’s Retreat (where the alligator lives….)