Elinor Ann Walker
Don't let me forget to tell you
is how each poem should begin
you can say wait but days
will bow out behind your back
let the heart be like wonder
throwing itself against everything
beating the breastbone, drumming
remember, remember
the river stone in your pocket
from where you found the arrowhead
that day you heard your father
whisper in the stream there
you are full of precious things
suspended, skin-warm, clicked tight
like a locket your heart
is not broken—it's open
Bio
Elinor Ann Walker holds a Ph.D. in English from UNC-Chapel Hill and is an adjunct professor at University of Maryland Global Campus. Ann's work has appeared recently or is forthcoming in perhappened mag, The New Verse News, Mezzo Cammin, Better Than Starbucks, Tiny Seed Literary Journal, Whale Road Review, Rat's Ass Review, and The Ekphrastic Review, among others, and in several anthologies. She lives with her husband and three dogs, is the mother of two college-aged sons, and does her best writing outside.