A Poem by Julia Laxer

Moon Shit

The moon like a cut of beef
All violet and indigo on the ascending sky

Fluid petals
All real

On the chin
Of a new body


Julia LaxerJulia Laxer writes across genre, reveres the ocean, and uses writing, performance art, and spiritual practice to explore archetype and ritual. She won the Orlando Prize from A Room of Her Own in 2014 and is featured in journals and anthologies including Luna Luna MagazineThe Los Angeles ReviewSo-to-SpeakZócalo Public Square, and Yes, Poetry. You may reach her on Twitter @JuliaLaxer.