November 15, 2017

One poem by Karen Neuberg

Once a peregrine, here in Brooklyn,

landed close to my feet, swooping
under a parked car, I presume for a rat. I never
saw the reason, but heard the shuffle as it slid
beneath, my eyes caught its tail and then saw it
back out. We looked each other in the eye.
For a moment, I was feral.

KAREN NEUBERG lives near the water in Brooklyn, New York. Her work has appeared in numerous journals including Canary, Forage, Hermeneutic Chaos, Otoliths, Really System, and S/tick. Her latest chapbook, The elephants are asking, is forthcoming from Glass Lyre Press in December 2017. Links to her work can be found at

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