IN THIS ORDER by Tina Cane

nebula     Jupiter     a dozen dead cannons

plus a silhouette on an opposite inlet of Maeve

steeped in fog and her own thoughts branch in hand

a beacon in a wool vest     soft-edged she stands over an ocean blank

of fish     not the roiling silver into which old-timers once dipped pails

for a week’s worth of meals     today the port opens onto space so cold

if you fall from the boat they must strip you and hit you with your clothes


Tina Cane was born and raised in New York City. She is a poet, teacher and founder/director of Writers-in-the-Schools, RI. Her work has appeared in numerous journals including Barrow Street, Hanging Loose, The Literary Review and Spinning Jenny. She lives outside of Providence with her husband and their three children.