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Kasandra Larsen

Yorktown: Catching a Scent

Behind the six-foot high privacy fence,
a Redbone Coonhound howls; the hammered

dulcimer across the house trembles
diatonically, echoes back its own drone.

A mournful tone, though each star dangles
a named and bright enticement as

the moon takes off at a trot, unleashed upon
a dark yard. Rolling like a round bone.

A Lack of Electricity Uncovers Local Network Activity

You can't get past insect invective: wasp drone, hornet rasp, blue-
fly buzz, bee suck, cricket laughter, grasshopper tap, mosquito wheeze

between a string section headed by a weed whacker, thumping
percussion of a truck backing up. In stillness, they are static,

interference, moveable sources of sound quivering each stinging
frequency, composing sticky measures, multitudinous humming

through tubes, ancient aliens attracted even to this city address
dressed in busy perfume. Palmetto bugs agitate, a dark collective

just under the roof, swallowing silent primitive night, thrumming
with brown power, poised to take over. Wings beat, heralding a coup.

Kasandra Larsen's "Stellar Telegram" won the 2009 Sheltering Pines Press Chapbook Competition. Her poetry has appeared in more than 3 dozen journals in the U.S., Canada, and the U.K., including: 100 Poets Against the War, Ballard Street Poetry Journal, Blue Earth Review, Denver Syntax, Full of Crow, The Nervous Breakdown, nthposition, Pure Francis, Roanoke Review, Short Fuse: The Global Anthology of New Fusion Poetry, SLAB, Third Wednesday, Tiferet, tinfoildresses, and The Write Room. Originally from Boston, she has resided in New Orleans since 2000, where she works at the public library.