Lori Propheter
Four Poems
- Conversation At
- Again
- Master Of
- The Girl With
Conversation At
A grove
all around
a certain
kind of golden
a secret fuel
illuminated us
a river
rang out
his footsteps
there’s something I
haven’t forgotten
Again
We were
dangerous
all the time
the hunters
poured up into the air
the men began
to think of
dancing
you were
soon fast asleep
Master Of
You
rolled off him like water
before I
said
I did not want to
go
we followed
a mile
finally we arrived
to see
the basket she had brought for such things
they were
just his size
The Girl With
The
chains
at the top of the water
a ladder
dangling
faraway
first this road and then that
belonged to
her many times
sometimes trouble
comforted me
Lori Propheter
Lori Propheter grew up in the cornfields of DeKalb, Illinois, where she currently lives with her family. She holds a master's degree in creative writing from Illinois State University. Her recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Prick of the Spindle, Bone Bouquet, Storm Cellar, and the Unlost Journal.