Chris Dollard


All the flocks
of starlings
wove together
into a finger
that pushed down
the black tarpaulin
of cloud to trace a scar
on the earth’s skin
and snap oaks to stumps.
Streetlights burst
into whorls
of sparks
behind our eyelids,
and we prayed
in the bathtub
as the sun watched
from the other side
of the sky.

Author Portrait

Chris Dollard’s work has recently appeared in Barrow Street, The Cossack Review, Redactions: Poetry & Poetics, and Tirage Monthly. He lives in Providence, Rhode Island, where he slings steak and wine as a waiter to support his writing habit.