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The River Flows and Now I Know

By A’ Ja Lyons

I weep, but I am not a widow
I divorced her, left,
Walked out
Learning that I could be loved by another
Many others, if I let them
Didn’t have to settle, no longer meddle
Muddling in waters that could not quench my thirst
I tried, often lied
Pushed aside rocks, bugs, and fought bears to fish
in search of nourishment and to nurture
To let the river flow
Upstream, downstream, and anywhere in between
To where the sun would shine, glisten, and glean
In places lying fat and lean

How much meat can I get from a doe or a buck?
I’ll take both
My freezer has many shelvesI packed an ice chest in my trunk;
I like a lot of junk back there

Stepping away from the cold concrete
Onto the gravel
Down the dirt paths
To walk among the rocks
Along the stream
To sit among spurts of green things
Whispers from flying foes who wish to snack on my flesh
Whispers from the wind who talks through the trees
Whispers from the water passing over layered ground
That rises and falls
In some spots the water is standing
In others it bubbles and flows
Rocks direct, protect, parry – 
But what lies beneath commits no small feat
The dips and trenches affirm direction
Whether standing strong or flowing freely


A’ Ja Lyons has been published in several print and online publications, including Sinister Wisdom, Decolonial Passage, Response, and Lucky Jefferson. 

Cherry

By A’ Ja Lyons

Like this? He asked as he twirled his tongue
licking my sugary bits and swallowing 
every drop of chocolate syrup 
My cherry burst and juices flowing

I met him on a Saturday and
served him my sundae
Whipped my cream on a field of flowers
Fun on the run as the sun shone down my bare back
As I pulled back, let loose, and let go
My arrow spinning in new directions

I led, he followed,
He followed, I led,

At times we stood still
On a hill
Under a bridge
Over the river
Through the woods
To his house
To my house

No baskets needed at our picnics
Treats lay in feet, faces, and laps

Snack, bites, or a whole meal
Whether but a nibble
Or a gourmand’s fill
We are kind diners
Pleasant patrons
Gracious hosts
Eager to please
Happy to share
Napkins and utensils optional


A’ Ja Lyons has been published in several print and online publications, including Sinister Wisdom, Decolonial Passage, Response,and Lucky Jefferson. 

Dirt, Dust, Den

By A’ Ja Lyons

Mud, sticks, and stones
The bare bones of life
Dirt which incubates growth
Sticks sheltering the most micro of Earth’s harvesting hands
Stone measurements of pressure we extract

Stumbling through the rolling woods,
Not unlike the yellow sac spider stuck
clawing out of its own trap
Fumbling for food,
unaware of the crumbling black, silty, soil
Swallowing wholes, parts and particles
Roots worked in nets
Systems
Breaking and holding
The topsoil as bottoms work
Absorbing, supporting, containing –
Rainfall

Up in smoke
Feel the heat
The flame ignited by life –
Crosses, touched, a speck of luck
Dusted like the crops in the depths of a Fertile Crescent
Ashes, dust
Sometimes ever and all is still
never enough

Circling ‘round bluffs searching for
chemical compositions to strike a desire
For fire to roar in places and spaces
Where seats are gathered ‘round
far from town
To inhale, exhale, expel
Munch, crunch, grunt
And escape in moments of make-believe

Buzzing and humming along,
sights and songs of sweet dreams
Dripping like sweat down backs,
honey down combs,
Beehives working week after week
Making samples to treat
Something sweet we steal and eat
As the dry weather winds carry
soil, sand, and sense loose cross countryside


A’ Ja Lyons has been published in several print and online publications, including Sinister Wisdom, Decolonial Passage, Response, and Lucky Jefferson. 

Woodman Hollow

By A’ Ja Lyons

Preservation serves a purpose, 
for those who propose
But their words ring hollow 
in chasms of the dismissed

Deep ravines and creeks spring
runoffs fed into 
bedrocks of sandstone 
Carving pieces of majesty few bear
witness with feet muddied and muddled

Grand plans of land recognized,
categorized for conservation – forsaken
Promises shallow as the gorge in the heart
of a maze of overgrown parts

Crumbs litter cascades,
Birthing beds of flora
Sustaining ancient oaks
Centuries of history upon entry;
a corridor into formations
of what was forcibly taken
Exposure to erosion
and waste left for want


A’ Ja Lyons has been published in several print and online publications, including Sinister Wisdom, Decolonial Passage, Response,and Lucky Jefferson.