March 9-15, 2020: Poetry from Eliza Fixler and Thomas Osatchoff


Eliza Fixler and Thomas Osatchoff

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Eliza Fixler
eliza.fixler@gmail.com

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Eliza is a social service worker, animal caretaker, and at-home poet from St. Petersburg, Florida. Eliza has a B.A. in Social Sciences and Spanish Language and Culture from New College of Florida. Her poems are simultaneously introspective and relational, tending to center emotional and interpersonal concerns.

The following work is Copyright © 2020, and owned by Eliza Fixler and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Today and Every Day

Libra rising is my liability in love: three hours
into knowing you, and already I catch myself
smiling in the direction of your heart, a
compulsion I have. I feel it reach you, my
heart-smile, across the picnic-table’d lasagna
slice you bought–we’re just outside the
Italian market I’ve brought you to for our date.
It’s an effort to teach you love for a city that
may no longer be my home, and it’s working.

With that same noticing, I inhale and am sure
that the nerves, always clock-ticking at my core,
looking for something solid to hook into, will,
someday soon, wind themselves strangely around
your form, knotting up a spirit I’ve shaken loose
for now, through espresso, unchecked reverence,
and chilled sunshine. You tease me in this absurd,
deadpan way that no one ever has, and my fits of
laughter reach you, because you love me–in that
special way reserved for two people who’ve only
just met.I fill you up with air and eventually learn
that You have always been a hurricane in love
(though you wait to tell me this until our third
date, two days later).

You’re musing openly about moving back
down here, now I’ve lifted this place from the
dead for you, and you think I can keep it up.
Something I’ve noticed: you make a friend
wherever we go, and I’m starting to wonder
why you picked me, or whether I chose you,
or something in between. What we have is
a classic Marsha Linehan “both/and” situation,
but I’m scared to say it aloud and spoil the
magic of Florida’s best weather to date. It’s
clear you’re under the impression I’ve set myself
free; I used to think so, too, in moments like
ours, before learning the limits of a rising sign.

 

 

 


Thomas Osatchoff
thomas.osatchoff@gmail.com

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Thomas Osatchoff, together with family, is building a self-sustaining home near a waterfall. Recent poems have appeared in Abstract: Contemporary Expressions, Cold Mountain Review, CutBank Literary Journal, and elsewhere.

The following work is Copyright © 2020, and owned by Thomas Osatchoff and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Atavist Protest

Death.
Who knew the sound of an ancient mummy would sound like our new technology?


Do Voices Require Bodies?

Following our own logic when holiday means time for more

homework. Walking back to school
we overheard pieces of talk like Chopin or a sudden rain-shower.

Sky and ground exchanging FIRE IN THE EYES.
Coming down this hard, it chops up the field.

______ you______ learn to play piano? Music______ as there’s no lyrics.

It’s our job_________special talents.
Tongues (wrenches or wrens) aiming for a positive impact.

Thinking to ourselves while we still can. Can we? Bury the expensive
textbooks after writing it down but writing it down

because after it happens…no one will know.

People dropped like punctuation. You? A comma—just a blip.
“If the overheard quote ends with ! or ?, no comma is required….

E.g. ‘I like the game!’ said sister, brother.”
Pretty good chess? Pretty good players______ purpose of school.

Ministry of Education is set to issue new policy: all teachers must teach

without words due to the wellspring of weaponized words.
Pay will be withheld from teachers who disobey.

I’m going back to school to get the books
before the Ministry does.