{"id":15420,"date":"2019-06-12T08:00:38","date_gmt":"2019-06-12T13:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=15420"},"modified":"2019-06-12T08:06:27","modified_gmt":"2019-06-12T13:06:27","slug":"fog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/15420","title":{"rendered":"Fog"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>2019 Porch Prize Winner in Poetry<\/em><\/p>\n<p>How the gray-white high rise<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aa<\/span>diffuses into gray-white sky, the<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aaaa<\/span>metal bones melding into cloud, as<br \/>\nif the hard lines quietly thinned<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aa<\/span>as the steel expanded into vapor.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aaaa<\/span>How my mother\u2019s body loosens its hold<\/p>\n<p>on earth and daylight, language<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aa<\/span>and sense. How her hands that rise<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aaaa<\/span>and jab at assailants in the blank air<br \/>\nstill reach for a tissue, placing the<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aa<\/span>box back on the table\u2019s edge, tenderly,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aaaa<\/span>how they wipe the rim of the bucket that<\/p>\n<p>contains the retch of her dry<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aa<\/span>heaves. How her wide eyes in the<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aaaa<\/span>bones of her gray face fix themselves<br \/>\non me as she says my name, her<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aa<\/span>thin voice wailing \u201csorry, sorry,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aaaa<\/span>sorry.\u201d How can she know this lament<\/p>\n<p>is my own? How can she reckon that<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aa<\/span>her eldest daughter, the one she still<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aaaa<\/span>remembers, would press her toward the<br \/>\nprecipice, already pictures her rising<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aa<\/span>into mist, seamless like girders, glass,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">aaaa<\/span>and sky\u2014gray-white bones vanishing in fog.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>annette sisson lives in Nashville, TN with her husband, dog, and a small flock of hens. She is Professor of English at Belmont University. In her free time, she enjoys baking, hiking, supporting local theater, watching the birds at her feeders, reading, and writing. Her publications include <em>Zone 3 <\/em>and<em> Rockvale Review, <\/em>and she has a poem forthcoming in <em>Passager<\/em> literary magazine, where she was also awarded honorable mention in its spring 2019 poetry contest. She recently won The Porch Writing Collective\u2019s 2019 poetry competition, and her chapbook, <em>A Casting Off<\/em>, has just been published by Finishing Line Press (June 2019).<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>2019 Porch Prize Winner in Poetry How the gray-white high rise aadiffuses into gray-white sky, the aaaametal bones melding into cloud, as if the hard lines quietly thinned aaas the steel expanded into vapor. aaaaHow my mother\u2019s body loosens its hold on earth and daylight, language aaand sense. 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