RC deWinter’s “Moonlight on the Devil’s Gate”


We believe in crossties, tracks that take
us past elegy to where we want to go.

First stop: poetry. Woodie Guthrie, Holy Ghost.
Second stop: hybrids. Pigeon-heart. Bird-dog.

Plucked tongue bone. Third stop fiction:
A slaughterhouse. A bristlecone. Fourth

is essay: What kills us softly. Eroica. Fifth is eye-
art: glass-lit kitchen; mismatched crone.

Reviews is sixth: peonies and summer
storms; intimacy of rising dough.

Last stop: contributors, quirks, the harbors
known. But linearity is not our mode.

Follow what flickers. If direction-prone, look
through windows that bring you glow.