Beyond the cradle, beyond the nebula’s womb,
lies the dark zone, loud & dark, where the mind
into blindness, a cataract void.
Once I played a game
with the doorsill—
I became lightning,
in case a waterfall formed
& fell, crashing
Beyond stardeath, beyond
Snowdrift Clematis encircles my
Amee Nassrene Broumand is an Iranian-American poet from the Pacific Northwest. Nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize, her work has appeared in FIVE: 2:ONE, Sundog Lit, A-Minor Magazine, Empty Mirror, Menacing Hedge, Barren Magazine, & elsewhere. She served as the March 2018 Guest Editor for Burning House Press. Find her on Twitter @AmeeBroumand.