{"id":2638,"date":"2019-02-14T02:08:57","date_gmt":"2019-02-14T02:08:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/?page_id=2638"},"modified":"2019-02-18T00:21:51","modified_gmt":"2019-02-18T00:21:51","slug":"mar","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/mar\/","title":{"rendered":"Mar"},"content":{"rendered":"
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by Caroline M. Mar<\/em><\/p>\n

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The water calls to my water body. The water
\nturning aqua-purple, my body diving
\ndeep into Japanese eggplant, my body turning
\nsuddenly nervous at a stroke of jelly green<\/p> \n

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tendrils along an ankle bone. What is the water?
\nBreathing, turning, trying to remember
\nthere is nothing here to harm. In the unknown depths
\nbelow, sea creatures moving, slow in grey-green<\/p>\n

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darkness. This water is still as a held breath.
\nBarely a breeze as I duck back below. I can\u2019t help
\nbut think of purpled mouths opening
\nlike the ray I saw gasping in the fisherman\u2019s hand.<\/p> \n

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My water-body, ready for the dive,
\nthe rocking tide, waiting for the brush of worry
\nto subside. Breath catching. How can I be both
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Let the water hold you. Let it be pleasure
\ninstead of fear, let the green glass break
\nfor your small splash. Breathe, keep breathing\u2014
\nWhat part of you feels most true?
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Poet's Statement: This poem\u2019s earliest draft was an exercise assigned by Gaby Calvocoressi. I was taking her poetry and watercolor workshop at the Fine Arts Work Center in the summer of 2016, where we spent each day painting as non-painters, making mistakes, and writing. I\u2019d had a long stretch of writer\u2019s block, and being allowed to play with paint let me relax about each poem being \u201cgood.\u201d The assignment was to write something that included the colors of a painting exercise we had done, as well as to write toward, then beyond, a previous poem of ours.
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\nThe colors in the poem \u2013 as well as some painting vocab, it seems \u2013 came from the watercolors. My previous poem was \u201cThe Ray,\u201d which I\u2019d had published just a few months prior. I don\u2019t remember exactly why I chose it, but it was likely the last poem I\u2019d finished that I still felt good about. I\u2019d also just come from a week visiting my wife\u2019s family in Maine, where we are lucky enough to spend a lot of time on the ocean. I have a deep and lifelong love\/awe of the ocean and its secrets, but as a Northern California resident, actually swimming in it is a luxury I am not regularly afforded.
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\nBio:\u00a0Caroline Mei-Lin Mar is a high school teacher and poet. A San Francisco native, Carrie is doing her best to keep her post-gentrification hometown queer and creative. She is a graduate of the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College, an alumna of VONA Voices workshop, and a member of Rabble Collective. Her writing appears or is forthcoming in Cimarron Review, New England Review, CALYX<\/em>, and Anomaly<\/em>, among others.
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