Gabriela Halas
Luna-Tic-Songs
Dream life gave me
a sparrow in the mouth
gnathic and lunatic
bones encrusted
roof to floor
of my red red
cave
I felt every hollow
syllable
sewed closed
by feathered thread
the feathers felt as though
they were still moving
but it was my mouth
still
stirring
trying to understand
why I ever thought
a sparrow
would provide the meat
I needed to live
it was there for song
instead
I could have swallowed
song
Words I've Lost (We'll Speak Again in the After-Life)
I resemble the cripple of a frozen branch. Hands that refused
to cup yours when brought in from winter,
tingle of flesh once alive —
death of all small things lingered. Supple waves
of wheat, a likeness now gone.
& when I tried to speak of what I saw (
hoarfrost petals in a deep-freeze garden
draw of horizon like a knife across the long gray sea,
to cut from sky another morning
) no words arrived.
Instead, this ugly stumble, a mid-night lurch
to another room. My mouth emits sound
unbound to precision. I lose my language
like a quick spring thaw. A defect to stress
as tongue meets ridgeline,
trim of winged letters &
the long red string
that once bound our blood thinned —
Gabriela Halas immigrated to Canada during the early 1980s, grew up in northern Alberta, lived in Alaska for seven years, and currently resides in B.C. She has published poetry in a variety of literary journals including Cider Press Review, Inlandia, About Place Journal, Prairie Fire, december magazine, Rock & Sling, The Hopper, among others; fiction in Ruminate, The Hopper, subTerrain, Broken Pencil, and en bloc magazine; nonfiction in The Whitefish Review, Grain, Pilgrimage, High Country News, and forthcoming in Alaska Quarterly Review. She has received annual Best of the Net nominations in poetry (2020-2022). She lives and writes on Ktunaxa Nation land and is currently completing an MFA at UBC. www.gabrielahalas.org.