To my sailor, lost at sea

by Zara Carpenter, Chatham Girl

Terpsichore

Terpsichore - one of the Muses. Her name means "delight of dancing".

The grave's a fine and private place
but none I think do there embrace.
- Andrew Marvell, "To His Coy Mistress"

But they do dance; yes, they do dance!

Arriving soon

"The Last Man Anthology" is a print publication dedicated to the best
in catastrophic literature and poetry.

Forthcoming in Fall of 2010, this anthology will feature my poem "Eclipse" along with the excellent works of more than thirty other authors.

Previous Publications

Here are some of the journals in which my poetry and fiction have appeared:

Agniezska's Dowry, Issue 10 - "Cottonwood Song"

Blithe House Quarterly 5.2 - "The Jumping"

Lodestar Quarterly, Issue 6 - "All Things Must Fall"

American Tanka, Issue 12

Abramelin Journal, Winter and Best of 2007 - "My Bird Child"

Proximity Gallery - Philadelphia, PA

I was proud to be a part of the First Neighborhood Show at Proximity Gallery in Fishtown.
My work was featured in the City Paper write-up.

Renard's Threads

In Brooklyn and Philly, I created, exhibited and sold a line of embroidered and mixed media jewelry dubbed "Renard's Threads." The project was put on hiatus with the move to Atlanta, but will be revived shortly.

Above are some images of the work taken by my friend Bernadette, an excellent photographer in Philadelphia.

Mountain and Hawk

Today, I walked on Mount Arabia for the first time. The granite made pools of itself, filled them up with rainwater and red moss. It seemed like the ocean and the moon melted together. I spoke to the scrub trees like one in the desert. They answered as desert beings will - dryly and full of humour.

After walking down and through the forest, I asked a question to the skies. A hawk flew over. Is this automatically to be taken as a yes? Hawk wants me to trust myself. If one remains earthbound, the possibilities of life are limited.