May 13, 2009 / Creative Writing
I watched Rebel Without a Cause on TV late one college night when I learned …
April 2, 2020
I balance on the edge of these
2 continents: desire & detachment,
hot & cold a constant pulling away,
one from the other. In the center,
the smooth black sand that hides
the rupture beneath. Restless
separation trigger & release
to eruption of smoke & flame.
The cold sea resists the heat.
For 24 million years it may resist,
yet the heat persists, building up
its shelf of rock & ridge flow
of lava hardening to this aphanitic black,
or glass small length of land,
a sea on every side. The only place
where I can stand.
Marci Rae Johnson
Marci Rae Johnson is a freelance writer and editor and the poetry editor for the Cresset and for WordFarm press. Her poems appear or are forthcoming in Image, Christian Century, Main Street Rag, Collagist, Rhino, Quiddity, Hobart, Redivider,Redactions, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Louisville Review, and 32 Poems, among others. Her most recent book, Basic Disaster Supplies Kit, was published by Steel Toe Books in 2016.