red-tailed hawk, I unfurl
flexing towards the bend in the shadow
I grip, taste iron in my talons (trap set low)
my four offenses lining up the prey Continue reading “3 Poems by Cindy Savett”
It must have been around Summer 2013. I had just had my first collection of poems published. It was the culmination of many years of continuous writing. A searing, intense, daily practice of generating language. I had begun writing in the first instance as a means to save my life, and now I had no room left to contain the word. I was emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually exhausted.
It was around this period that I discovered the poetry of Cindy Savett. Continue reading “We Disturb The Air – an interview with Cindy Savett”