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At night the grass
ticks lemon sounds
each bladethroat slick
with pollen, dust, air
stocked with nitrogen
corn ultraverdant
in the hoar-pale night.
This yardgrass of the Midwest


(from Mary Austin Speakers, Necropastorals)


We love Mary’s poetry. Haunting, kind, out of this world, while still walking firmly on the ground, her work speaks of an American consciousness wherein individuals teeters between agency and powerlessness within the blink of a thought. Deeply present, Mary’s thoughts, nonetheless, seem to exist in-between the space of moments, relationships, seconds, minutes, and lives.

Yep, all that within this nice little chapbook.