- Host(Homophonic translation of Werner Aspenström’s “Höst”)
The staple of mornings, morgues, and aprons. Farthest star divining hopscotch, eking out hosts. Her late, verdant appendages didn’t wane, nor her girlish pluckings, gaggled and tossed, like reeds in the fisherman’s torn, red nets. [End Page 331]
Colleen Coyne received her MFA from the University of Minnesota, where she also taught literature and creative writing. Her work has appeared in Drunken Boat, Pebble Lake Review, qarrtsiluni, What Light/mnLIT, dislocate, Poetry & Popular Culture, and elsewhere.