Portal Poem | Carley Moore

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Carley Moore is a feminist dreamer, kale lover, boot wearer, reluctant multi-tasker, writer, ally, and mom. Her debut collection of essays, 16 Pills, is forthcoming from Tinderbox Editions in December 2017.  Her work has appeared in The American Poetry Review, Brainchild, The Brooklyn Rail, The Establishment, Fence, GUTS, The Journal of Popular Culture, The Nervous Breakdown, and Public Books.  She is a Clinical Professor of Writing and Contemporary Culture and Creative Production in the Global Liberal Studies Program at New York University and a Senior Associate at Bard College’s Institute for Writing and Thinking.  You can find more of her work at her website.






April is of uncertain origin
        From the Latin, aperio, to bud

April is a deep portal
        The storm as it quits
                 Thaw’s garbage
                            Heat tease


He said, I’m just a man, not a wolf.

I looked over my shoulder at the pile of mythologies
underneath the stairs

They were bones now
         I’d licked them clean
              and sucked out the marrow.