Showing posts with label Natalie Bryant Rizzieri. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Natalie Bryant Rizzieri. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Natalie Bryant Rizzieri: Graveside Voyeurism


        
              - Kapan, Armenia
 
City of our last two years valleys wide
and this, the longest I’ve lived anywhere
with you.  Otherwise, it is not home. 

Concise rows of gravestones stitch
the hill’s skirt in uniform grey.  Sketched
faces assign dead eyes to follow us

with their last memories of a war we know only
by name.   Fake flowers, wind-whipped and
toppled, deplete the stones.  The sky widens

blue and deserted, among unflinching eyes,
we stand.  There is nothing holding us here
or holding us back.  This pain is not ours. 





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Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Natalie Bryant Rizzieri: From the Same Fruit


Summer of stone fruit. It’s late July. 
Grandmother cans Armenian plums

for winter jam to sweeten tea,
russet-tinted.  I eat apricot kernels,

the final center.  Yes, the wood pit
encloses a bitter almond. 

We threw them out too quickly,
lost this fact a few generations back. 

And this, the apricot almond
will save a life or lose it. 

She traipses behind me, cracks open
seed to ground, take and eat,

but not so many, pull gold skin back
under sun leaves to suck clean

the wood pit, what opens
to cyanide and latent salves.


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