by Benjamin Favero
our mother a landscape
we stay to paint our mother
a landscape her stretch marks
tree trunks ash and chestnut
clouds bellied over her hands
creased with peaks we hope
they grow in perfect varicose
vines draped from roots to ankle
deep as her womb of salt brine
her ribs flared to cliffs against
a crested tide then birth by sea
Poet Benjamin Favero is a writer from Ogden, Utah—there he got his BA in Creative Writing at Weber State University. His writing has been published in Metaphor and Weber: The Contemporary West. Currently he is an MFA candidate in poetry at UNLV where he reads for Witness.
Artist Zoe Stanek was born in Nebraska, raised in Western Colorado, and has found her place among the trees in Oregon’s Pacific Northwest. She’s a creator who takes inspiration from landscapes and everyday magic. Her dream is to become a published author. Zoe sells her work online.
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