Christianne Balk Poems
- Departure Thousands of tiny fists tamping the surface of ...
- Lauds For St. Germaine Cousin ...
- The Kitchen Shears Speak This division must end. Again I'm ...
- Shorthorns Heavy-hocked, barrel-bellied, exhaling billows ...
- Birds, Converging Sun salved, we sit on the front porch, ...
Christianne Balk is an American poet.
She graduated in biology with honors from Grinnell College.
Her work has appeared in Pequod, Crazy Horse, Sulfur, The Centennial review The Missouri Review, Sonora Review, Prairie Schooner Harper's, and The New Yorker.
She taught at the University of British Columbia.
She lives in Seattle, Washington,... more »
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Thousands of tiny
fists tamping the surface of the lake
flowing like a wide
river gone crazy, southeast, westnorth
letting the wind push
it around in its bed and the boat
hull hugging the shore.
What else can she do? Even the trees
their crowns, throwing down their leaves as if
she were their only
child. Caught cold-footed in Magnuson
grass, trying to cut
free of the creosote-soaked pilings sunk
deep in the shallow
mud holding the water, holding her
wake for a moment,
furrow folding back over into