Poet and photographer, Ronda Piszk Broatch is the author of Lake of Fallen Constellations, (MoonPath Press, 2015), Shedding Our Skins, (Finishing Line Press 2008), and Some Other Eden, (Finishing Line Press, 2005). Ronda was a finalist for the 2019 Four Way Books Prize, and her poems have been nominated several times for the Pushcart prize. Her journal publications include Blackbird, Prairie Schooner, Sycamore Review, Mid-American Review, Puerto del Sol, and Public Radio KUOW’s All Things Considered, among others.




Ronda Piszk Broatch

Let Me Be Breath



the energy that surrounds that which animates gives form to mud birds whose feather flames exhale from hand- held loamy ooze the word first uttered zoetic fleshy respir- ation let me adjectivize the rising eman- ation the lens delights in all heaven-bodies expanding coming together Hubble-loved colorized let me be inspired sucked out black hole mystery we all wish to trip or at least a light pffff that sets the seed adrift and aren’t we all insufflation junkies jesus wannabees glimmer poets resurrect- ion addicts lovers of unwrap rollers of stones holy wind blowers gaspers wheezing & flapping until we everywhere exhale emit & up lift


Some days poems come out as breath, as did this particular piece. I was thinking about inspiration, and the odd snippets of the Bible that didn’t make the final cut. Love for words comes in, as do sounds and science, and I began imagining, like the Big Bang, how the whole of us got going and stretched our voices and wings, and how, very possibly, we can use that energy — that respiration/inspiration — to unite.



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