Birds Never Sing in Caves | Ariana D. Den Bleyker

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Ariana D. Den Bleyker is a Pittsburgh native currently residing in the Hudson Valley where she is a wife and mother of two. When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her family and every once in a while sleeps. She is the author of three collections, including Wayward Lines(RawArt Press, 2015), the chapbooks Forgetting Aesop (Bandini Books, LLC, 2011), Naked Animal (Flutter Press, 2012), My Father Had a Daughter (Alabaster Leaves Publishing, 2013), Hatched from Bone (Flutter Press, 2014), On This and That (Bitterzoet Press, 2015), On Coming of Age and Stitches (Origami Poems Project, 2014), Strangest Sea (Porkbelly Press, 2015), Beautiful Wreckage (Flutter Press, 2015), Unsent(Origami Poems Project, 2015), The Peace of Wild Things (Porkbelly Press, 2015), Knee Deep in Bone, (Hermeneutic Chaos Press, 2015), Birds Never Sing in Caves (Dancing Girl Press, 2016), and Even the Statue Weeps (forthcoming, Sylph Press, 2016), the novelette Finger : Knuckle : Palm (LucidPlay Publishing, 2014), an experimental memoir, prosthesis (Lummox Press, 2014 print) and (Zoetic Press, electronic, forthcoming 2016), and the crime novellas, Dark Water (Number 13 Press, 2015) and Red Hands (Midnight Frost Books, 2016). She is the founder of ELJ Publications, LLC, a small press with big things to offer, home of Emerge Literary Journal, scissors & spackle, Amethyst Arsenic, and other fine journals.

 

 

 

After Fishing

You look beautiful after killing what is yours,
the rosaries of your tattooed body having left you

fully scarred and pretty or rather a ghost who speaks
to me about the strange secret of loss while you lie

floating at sea, the fires dying over your lips
as the sun dips deep orange into the sharp smell

of salt rising with our stomachs in the wind, swept
and colorless, the firm arch of our bodies patting

our silhouettes dry while we make love and I tell you
I love you habitually, repeatedly, thinking nothing

more than of dying by the mouths of the sharks
come to moan with us like untouchable lovers.