Check out my poem "And I Thought of Glass Flowers" in the Winter 2014/15 issue of The Georgia Review http://garev.uga.edu/winter14/christie.pdf
This is a glass cactus and flower from the Harvard Glass Flower exhibit. For the poem "Silence" by Marianne Moore also to do with the Harvard Glass Flowers, go here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/silence-2
Check out Christie's online Poem of the Week at the Missouri Review (September 1, 2014)
http://www.missourireview.com/archives/a-v-christie-corn-maze/
And purchase a copy of the Fall Issue 2014 of New Ohio Review to read her poem "The Soul All Morning"
Look for new poems forthcoming in the Gettysburg Review.
A.V. Christie / Source: Poetry (October 2009).
Foreword
A.V. Christie / Source: Poetry (October 2009).
A.V. Christie / Source: Poetry (October 2009).
Dusk and the Wife
in with the child
who drops like a weighted lure,
flashes down, down to sleep.
The husband suburban, pulls up
a bright folder called Taxes
in the coming dark (his young
coworker in Baja, her unfettered
surface away on vacation).
In the coming dark the grey
squirrel ripples across outside
time-lapse.
So many leaves to the trees
this many this many.
What is it then?
He opens to the red head, her
sheer bra pulled down
lush strap hard pressed
to the fullest curve of her breast.
She slightly bites her lip
while the wife half a dream away
is pressed by his good friend
against a building. They could be
in Florence—all these angels.
A.V. Christie / Source: Quarterly West (2002).
Folding the Fitted Sheet
There is a way to do this.
The sheet stiff from the line
and king-size overwhelming as an hour can be.
Arms outstretched.
She apes a stance that looks like welcoming.
This obstinate sea!
The day has been so far fear and syllables rippling.
So commence to fit each messy gather
one to the next—.
Pulled to, like a widespread inner panic managed
repeatedly.
One corner puckers, then droops— a sun
that, disaffected, simply drops from out of the sky.
In this method the right side and the wrong
confound. She says aloud the words Counterpane—
Horizon— thinks out the demands of tomorrow's
presentation, velocity, the power-point resources
circulating and the cool weight
of what gets infolded.
We watch her,
the one moving deeply along a nerve—
toward some far city or god.
A.V. Christie / Source: Cave Wall (2009).
The spinal cord blossoms
like bright, bruised magnolia
into the brainstem.
And already the heart
in its depth — who could assail it?
Bathed in my voice, all branching
and dreaming. The flowering
and fading — said the poet —
come to us both at once.
Here is your best self,
and the least, two sparrows
alight in the one tree
of your body.
A.V. Christie / The Housing
Poems "Outdoor Room" and "Signs" and "Willingly"
http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu/v8n2/poetry/christie_a/index.shtml
Poems "Garden Essai" and "An Economy"
http://www.commonwealmagazine.org/two-poems-4