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Cynthia Atkins is the author of Psyche’s Weathers and the forthcoming collection, In The Event of Full Disclosure (Wordtech, 2013). Her poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Alaska Quarterly Review, American Letters & Commentary, and BOMB.


In Plain Sight

Incomprehensibility has an enormous power over us in illness….
—Virginia Woolf  [On Being Ill]

I am certain of only one thing—
I am a team a team of (n)one.
In the lineage, all things pass
through the kitchen, the mouth, origin
to the tribe. Smudged surfaces claim every trace
in the family cell— I moistened my tooth-brush,
it came back with germs of madness—
Verdant and wet, just this side of the doormat,
pale footsteps left at the ajar
of an argument.  One June afternoon, a feud
erupted (in the frozen food section).
It was hot as a dog’s nap, when a baby cried out
like a road side bomb.
I kept smiling at the cashier, thumbing bruise-less
fruits, counting the dated canned goods.
It took hostages, sealed windows,
taped my mouth shut
with sugar and pleasantries.  I kid you not,
it pawned off my jewelry, blood diamonds
of /t/rust.  I screamed out loud,
but nobody answered.
I need to mind what matters most—
My sister needing a phone call,
my husband an apology, the time to watch
my son fumble a soccer ball down a muddy field.
I am so clumsy
to the people I love. I’ve slid my tongue
on the sharp end of the conversation.
I am the form built to last, but made with
cheap labor and parts.
(Do you wanna trade your troubles for mine?
yours are manageable, and state-of-the-art.)
The dog watches my son when I’m not home—
(I mean, home, but not).


Letter to Metaphor

Soundless as a disc on a dot of snow
—Emily Dickinson

It goes without saying, there’s something
for everyone.  Remember the slut
of the multi-purpose room,
legs spread and bearing
the burden for everyone—?
Lipstick put on
for all the wrong reasons,
and all dolled-up for what
the bed of  roses stole.
A note was penned
by simile’s hand—your first cousin
allergic at the ersatz country house,
flirting with images and glyphs.
Ask for subtlety, you’ll get
a mixed strip-tease every time.
No consequence, no punishment,
like when you helped write
cheat notes on the inside
of my hand—the same naked hand
that braided hair, slipped off a coat—
traded in sex for a prayer.


Without A Visible Sign

(after music by Jan Garbarek)

Seed me the need to pair down, threaten
six birds with one
stone.  Indecipherable lists, breeding
more lists—Remember when
the chalkboard scratched its weary head
in delirium, desperate for  the proof,
an empirical evidence
that we were here! Translucent shoal
of fish swimming a blue streak
in the river that holds
my religion—and my house beside it,
as if the domestic institution
of the soul.
The river is my lung, or the long green
dress, I never got to wear to the prom.
The crisp gown, stilled tagged
and left on the bed by my mother’s indecisions
like hush money clad in chiffon.
Is there ever simplicity?
The wrinkled symphony—the river’s violin,
the bullfrog floating with eyes closed
like padlocks and waiting to awaken
to the night’s uncertainty.  The riderless
canoe spreads the  inchoate word
of mankind.  My foot soldier
(prom-date)  weary and hocking for  war or fertility—
it’s always one or the other.  Don’t ask, don’t tell.
Water and oil will be the elements
that make us kill.  I’ll spend the rest of my days
telling my story, someone else will tell theirs.
The prints will be left—
You have to forget everything
You know to write poetry.


‘In Plain Sight’ was first published in In Quire. ‘Letter to Metaphor’ was first published in The Broome Review. ‘Without a Visible Sign’ was first published in Inertia.


About the author

Cynthia Atkins

Cynthia Atkins

Cynthia Atkins was born and raised in Chicago, Il , receiving a BFA and an MA from the University of Illinois and an MFA from Columbia University’s School of the Arts. Atkins is the author of Psyche’s Weathers and the forthcoming collection, In The Event of Full Disclosure (Wordtech, 2013). Her poems have appeared in numerous journals, including, Alaska Quarterly Review, American Letters & Commentary, BOMB, Del Sol Review, Florida Review, Harpur Palate, The Journal, North American Review, Seneca Review, Tampa Review, Valparaiso Review and Verse Daily, among others. Atkins’ poems were nominated for a 2011 and 2012 Pushcart Prize. Formerly, Atkins worked as assistant director for the Poetry Society of America. She has taught English and Creative Writing at various colleges and currently, and assistant professor of English at Virginia Western Community College. She was founder and artistic director of Writers @ Jordan House/FAIR (reading series and workshops). She lives on the Maury River of Rockbridge County, VA. with her mate, artist Phillip Welch, and their family. Atkins will be launching her second collection on the west coast at the Sacramento Poetry Center on July 22, 2013.

  • cynthia atkins

    Huge thanks Alexis Fancher and Cultural Weekly, I am so stoked about this!

    • Alexis Rhone Fancher

      You're welcome, Cynthia. It is a pleasure to read your fine poems on our pages.

  • blogupg

    I love the music and heart of these poems! Cheers to Cynthia and the always-wonderful Cultural Weekly for this gift.

    • cynthia atkins

      Thank you for the kind words–I loved the poems in CW by you too, and always enjoy your essays as well.
      Hugely appreciate the feedback!

  • DC in DC

    I love these!