Gillian Parrish: Just When We Thought We Could Turn
Dorin Vancea
cold spell
the small boy said, ‘don’t all
teachers live in the forest’
when i am afraid i don’t move
for i would run wild and wreck things
no winks i see you when what
we thought we saw was wolves
sliding through the trees the
sidewalk is wild with salt light
the ice prints of pigeons (cuz i’m
lookin at code n shit)
half moon overhead like always
on a white path through the trees
and how cold your face is
just when we thought we could turn
Gillian Parrish is a teaching-geek who currently divides her not-enough-time between stacks of papers on brain-gut neuroscience in the classroom, persona poetics, community policing, and a mermaid tale for her sweet little niece. Her poems have appeared in various journals such as Gulf Coast, Hayden's Ferry Review, The Literary Review, and forthcoming in Volt. She's the mothership behind spacecraftproject, an arts and poetry journal with an ethos best summed up in the words of said 4-year-old niece (hope for the planet), who, at Christmas dinner, solemnly remarked that "We are all connected. In a web. Like The Force."
