Two poems by Laura Reece Hogan

Blue abstraction with light blue streaks, seems like a distorted photograph of a human with some visible skin, yellow orange speckles form abstract shapes, like unmixed oil paint or pollen dotting a shallow pool reflecting the sky and trees from the forest floor. The cover reads "Butterfly Nebula" by "Laura Reece Hogan"
Butterfly Nebula by Laura Reece Hogan

Backwaters press, 2023, 98 pp.

Longing as Dark Matter

The most rending      most revealing       most propelling substance, driving us
with sugared whip                      of desire       and the astronomers say

this lack            makes up            the vast majority of matter            or matters
in the universe            and I think                      they must know

how to send instruments into space to track it                      they must know
how to isolate                 the absence       which pulsates                      in bones aching

for what they need       or think they need       in the marrow       which sucks
           everything out of orbit.            The astronomers know how to extract

information from astrophysical objects            make them spill the truth
detect proof            in the way the stars       sway in unison,            in the way

the universe       bows and bends aside            to allow for the ghost of it to pass;
we can measure            the gravitational effects

on surrounding matter            on blood vessels            pupils                 airways
           pulse       rates tear ducts            we can observe it

slashing a hole right through—
astronomers stalk       their prey covetously            track the prints of its wild

and ruthless ricocheting.            It has been searched for intensely
and never seized            only the tell-tale damage left behind                 in the wakes

           ripped in constellations,            the unseeable fault-lines in the soul keening
the shrill want            to know            to touch            to have.            But so invisibly

it pierces the fabric of being                 with an arrow that is phantasm of fire
thrusting fire into       fire that already burns            slow in the lamp           of every star.


Kepler Supernova Remnant

Maybe the remnant tells the whole
story. Maybe the shattering says the one-

ing and we just can’t see the we
in its visible form, the unleashed dazzle of matter

not debris but a new creation, what remains
—our cinders, come together—

burning through time and space:
complete, even as the fusion

rives and gnarls the universe and appears
to be expulsion from self. The astronomers trace

the cataclysmic losing of matter into space, knot
by knot, body by body and we know something

about vast collapse that ignites expansion
even here, even in the fragile

mass of the animal heart which must
                                                                    fissure in order to love.

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Author photo of Laura Reece Hogan. She's smiling in front of blurred plants in the sun. Her long blond hair gently waves around her faace coming to rest on her red sweater.

Laura Reece Hogan is the author of Butterfly Nebula (Backwaters, University of Nebraska Press, forthcoming October 2023), winner of the Backwaters Prize in Poetry, Litany of Flights (Paraclete Press, 2020), winner of the Paraclete Poetry Prize, the chapbook O Garden-Dweller (Finishing Line Press), and the nonfiction book I Live, No Longer I (Wipf & Stock). Her poems have appeared in or are forthcoming in Sugar House Review, Scientific American, Verse Daily, RHINO, America Magazine, Connecticut River Review, Lily Poetry Review, EcoTheo Review, Rust + Moth, Whale Road Review, DMQ Review, and elsewhere.

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