POETRY
Poetry
Zen Poetica
If paint is a door
knock with wet knuckles
till the canvas opens
Unravel
all pots and pitchers
to human clay
Then seek out a map so faded
you can’t tell
road from river
and when characters
from every alphabet
spill onto the graveyard’s path
take up your knapsack of ink
with your own bleached stone
— Karen Kovacik
KAREN KOVACIK
Karen Kovacik is Professor of English at IUPUI. Her poems and translations of
contemporary Polish poetry have appeared in many journals including American
Poetry Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, Boston Review, Crazyhorse, Southern Review,
and West Branch. This month her anthology of Polish women poets, Scattering the
Dark, was published by White Pine Press. She served as Indiana’s Poet Laureate
from 2012-2014.
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