Chase Twichell

Trike Daily Arts & Culture

After Snow

                      After Snow I’m the first car after the sander. In my headlights, the cinnamon swirls of fresh sand are intact. What dial did I turn to get here, the road a bolt of cloth unfurling before me, and on all sides the windless, snow-softened […]

By Chase Twichell

Trike Daily Arts & Culture

Invisible Fence

Invisible Fence Every moment’s a splitting twig,a wind that blows the smoke west then blows it east. Asleep? Awake? A thousand silver minnows of distraction!And sleep, my Lethe and opium. Once in a while I catch myself awake.That breaks the spell. A few last splinters of fire still smoke in the sky, the me,the open […]

By Chase Twichell

Trike Daily Arts & Culture

Fox Bones

                      Fox Bones To write a poem is to study oneself. To strip away all but the sinews, and then the sinews. A jawbone stuck out of the dirt— young fox with still-perfect teeth. I keep in on my desk. Everything is made of mystery. […]

By Chase Twichell

Magazine Arts & Culture

Ochre and Blue

This post contains audio. Listen to Chase Twichell read her poem now. Waking to ochre birch leavessinking in the blue undersea of dawn, I swim in the same currents,needing nothing. Later I’ll forget this,and mourn the end of autumn. What’s left to be saidabout being human?

By Chase Twichell
Temple
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