The Weyward Sisters

by Steve Klepetar

One sister is Memory,

one is Fear.

Tonight they wake

from the cold earth, robes

swelling into swirls of blue cloud.

Their faces are masked with cloth that burns.


They have no eyes

and their hands

dangle as if they held

nothing but shapeless, empty air.

Someone has taped their mouths.

They move silently through a ritual death.


Behind them comes

another without

a name. She has carried

her daughter on the waves,

a slim girl with glistening hair,

whose words tangle with silence and tongues.

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Writers Bio

Steve Klepetar’s work has appeared worldwide, in such journals as A New Ulster, Boston Literary Magazine, Deep Water, Expound, The Muse: India, Red River Review, Snakeskin,Voices Israel, Ygdrasil, and many others.  Several of his poems have been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize (including three in 2015). Recent collections include My Son Writes a Report on the Warsaw Ghetto (Flutter Press) and Return of the Bride of Frankenstein (Kind of a Hurricane Press). His new chapbook, The Li Bo Poems, is forthcoming from Flutter Press.


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