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Katherine Indermaur
@kgindermaur.bsky.social
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Currently offline ⭐️ Communes with rocks, trees, texts. Edits poetry for Sugar House Review and Alpinist magazine. Winner of the 2023 Colorado Book Award & 2022 Deborah Tall Lyric Essay Book Prize.
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From Alyssa Kathleen McCanna’s incredible debut, winner of this year’s Colorado Book Award, FISH WIFE @blacklawrence.bsky.social
Poem that reads: FOR BURNING You're a witch, he told me once, but he meant it good. Then punched the windshield until it buckled, spiderwebbing around his fist. I thought I had the gift, but all I had was salt, black smudge, smoke. What lack, what trick. I casted shadows & aspersions, he punched the windshield until it buckled. Spiderwebbed veins thumping in his arm. His body was a gift, kaleidoscope of black, of oak. Lack of light, trick of shadow, power cast as poison. More than once I slipped into his bed when I belonged to another, vain jump into his hands, his gift of kaleidoscopic body. So many faces refracted in a cut glass of whiskey, so much noise. Once I slipped into his bed when I belonged to another, then another, and another. A madness of matrimonies, so many faces refracted in a cut glass of whiskey. Such bliss in the gift of his fist. I thought he was a home, but he was only sand, a ruin of waves, another, then another. An insanity of sorceries. You're a witch, he told me once, but I misunderstood.
August 20, 2025 at 2:55 PM
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I have 5 new poems up at @commonweal.bsky.social! These are very short persona poems in the voice of Egeria, a fourth-century pilgrim 💛 Enjoy! www.commonwealmagazine.org/five-poems-k...
Screenshot of webpage titled “Five Poems by Katherine Indermaur” dated June 30, 2025, featuring a photo of a woman standing waist-deep in a brown river in front of tall grasses. Ruins Require Belief The road through the Holy Land Is littered cities ruin Ash and potsherds charred and Trampled stone sand has overtaken The old stream and some army Burned the olive grove low I keep looking for all that wind Takes for example color
July 22, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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New book mail! @alicejamesbooks.bsky.social @milkweededitions.bsky.social @blacklawrence.bsky.social
Three books on a paisley print chair: FISH WIFE by Alysss Kathleen McCanna, MAKING A LIVING by Rosalie Moffett, and MOTHERSALT by Mia Ayumi Malhotra
July 8, 2025 at 6:01 PM