Alicia Mooney-Flynt
Chesapeake Silence
Dusk, and the dying bee
I've been killing curls dangerous,
delicate in a far groove
of the window sill. My thumb bruises
from the kill. On the diseased shore
at the edge of the land, the fishermen
still reel and cast and reel again
with no sound but the hush of air
pushing on their backs, pushing
out to sea. At dusk you even nudge
my neck and crush your lips on my skin,
no sound but our breath. You catch
me in your hopeful hands, lure
me from the sting of night.
Lull of dawn, and nothing breathes
in me, still. Nothing ever will.
Bio
Alicia Mooney-Flynt's work has been read in Florida Humanities, Kalliope, Poet Lore, and other publications. She is from the north (Syracuse, New York) and lives in the south (North Carolina). This is just one example of how her life is full of irony and the beauty of contrast.