Tag: Katrina

Weekly Write: “The Yellow Bird” by Katrina K Guarascio

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The Yellow Bird

one should not be
too careless with love

when the yellow bird perches
on fingertip, do not flick
it away; do not be crass

thank it for coming
ask it to stay

birds flutter and fly
they shift and peddle
small jerks and shifting eyes
they are not meant to keep still

let it stay

as long as it likes
and allow it the sky
when it chooses to take wing

 

A writer and teacher living in Albuquerque, NM, Katrina remains an active member of the local poetry community. She has worked as an editor for various literary magazines and small presses, along with hosting poetry workshops and producing various poetry performances.  Although her work has taken her into the realm of publishing and fiction, she continues to publish her poetry under her maiden name and keep a separation between her poetry and publishing endeavors.

 

 

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Now Available: the fall of a sparrow

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sparrow
A new collection of poetry by Katrina K Guarascio, entitled the fall of a sparrow, has been released from Swimming with Elephants Publications.

Find this new collection on Amazon .

Learn more about this unique collaboration of art and verse by reading an except from the foreword, penned by Swimming with Elephants Publication author Zachary Kluckman.

An except from the forward:

Here is a collection of poetic wonderment, musings on the ineffable universal experience of beauty as it is. Real, at times veiled by the uncertain consequence of letting go or giving in, yet always an experience on the lip of the chasm, preparing for wild success or the wailing dismay of failure. Guarascio’s poems are filled with beautiful creatures, metaphoric animals crawling amongst the words, haunting the reader with their subtle, but necessary presence. In these poems are love, loss, resignation, breathlessness, intimacy and touch; the edge of the blade pressing against the plump flesh of the fruit or the slight swell of hipbone under a lover’s hand.