To showcase some of our hidden talents, and to support online literary magazines, Algonquin is proud to present two of Publicity Assistant Sarah Rose Nordgrun’s extraordinary poems, which were recently published in the amazing La Petite Zine. We’ve been re-reading these haunting poems for days on end. We think we have a future poet laureate in our midst.
–Megan Fishmann, Publicist
ABOUT THE HAMMER
I’ve fallen in love with a bear
whose wooden claws aerate the great
fields. Every morning over coffee
I read my dreams from crumpled newsprint
while he lays the hammer on the table.
Across each tool we write the first
three objects it will meet, and our voices
sleep in the telephone cradle. So lucky
he and I: Our home is a small museum
of labor. Inchoate ripples expand
over fields for miles, making
concentric rings. Taking hours
at the shelves to choose from among
the labeled jelly jars, we can no longer
separate words from our work. The sounds
become less and less familiar. This
goes on long into the night: his dark
hair over candlelight, implements lined
on the yellow tablecloth, row upon row.
POSSIBLE NAMES FOR A COUNTRY HOUSE
Hole to Place your Excellent Heart. Your Definitive Shape. Reed that Bends the Wind. Wind that Raises a Vault of Bread. Bread for the Millions. Your Transparent Center. Your Opaque. Willow, Willow, Willow. The Swinging Gate. Old Village Prison. Dust to Dust. Shield with Pentangle and Secret Virgin Mary. Nightmare of Ancestors. Living Specter. Everything on the Human Scale. Song for an Orderly Mind. Woodland Huddle. Cache of Promises. Acorn Stash. Treasured Chest. Where the Diamond was Lost from the Ring. Hungry Attic. One Hundred Christmases. Someone’s Childhood Memory. Another Perpetually Dying Body. The Sinking Ship. The Lonely Giant. Weathering Whale. Our Mother to the Baby. Broken Monument.