Inheriting Goddess

Inheriting Goddess
-by Brian Quinn
Artwork by Sarah Sadie


The strong, raging river of my
birth, several promised lands
away, I can smell its waters.

(but where is
the Sacred Tree
foretold in our
father’s dream?)

Sun-skinned, tongues filling
our mouths, the desire for water
overwhelms the memory of it.

(This is no river!
It is a creek;
a stream;
a mirage.)

Pouring over elementary school
text-books for nomenclature,
you forget the water ever existed.

(We miss the
desert: we
knew when the
sun would rise.)

You ask me for rain, accuse
me when it floods. The
rise of inevitable waters


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