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		<title>Poems by Alison Stone</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Judith No yen for battle, no bloodlust. I even looked away when they butchered the lambs. Still, my village gray with dust, our crops dying like prayer in the earth’s parched throat. A woman does what she must. As I swayed past him, Holophernes grinned. Shrewd general, but passion’s fool. My weapons – kohl around [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3><span style="background-color: #d5d5d5;">Judith</span></h3>
<p>No yen for battle, no bloodlust.</p>
<p>I even looked away when they butchered the lambs.</p>
<p>Still, my village gray with dust, our crops</p>
<p>dying like prayer</p>
<p>in the earth’s parched throat.</p>
<p>A woman does what she must.</p>
<p>As I swayed past him,</p>
<p>Holophernes grinned.</p>
<p>Shrewd general,</p>
<p>but passion’s fool.</p>
<p>My weapons – kohl</p>
<p>around the eyes, crushed beetles</p>
<p>to redden my lips. The axe</p>
<p>blade sharp as thirst.</p>
<p>Two strokes – one for</p>
<p>the blocked river, one to sever</p>
<p>the last stubborn flap.</p>
<p>Stuck on the gate, his head</p>
<p>issued silent commands.</p>
<p>The soldiers rushed away like water</p>
<p>dammed, then freed.</p>
<h1></h1>
<h3>Jezebel</h3>
<p>Always one religion</p>
<p>devours another,</p>
<p>always the new god</p>
<p>hungry for blood.</p>
<p>The truth</p>
<p>of any prophecy’s decided</p>
<p>by those left alive.</p>
<p>Sure I painted my face,</p>
<p>though beauty failed</p>
<p>to stop the eunuchs’</p>
<p>grabbing hands.</p>
<p>Tossed from the balcony,</p>
<p>I plummeted.</p>
<p>They cheered to see my body</p>
<p>broken like a law,</p>
<p>my flesh manna</p>
<p>to the ravenous pack.</p>
<h1></h1>
<h3>Wounded Amazon</h3>
<p>A woman is more than her injuries</p>
<p>what enters</p>
<p>what draws blood</p>
<p>To fight means to be safe</p>
<p>to live</p>
<p>Most men have two faces</p>
<p>so an axe</p>
<p>needs two sharp sides</p>
<p>There are many kinds of wounds</p>
<p>In other lands my sisters</p>
<p>toil and spin,</p>
<p>men’s habits, hungers</p>
<p>written into law</p>
<p>The exhilaration of a well-placed blade!</p>
<p>Once a warrior has killed a man in battle</p>
<p>she can marry</p>
<p><strong>About the Poet</strong></p>
<p><em><img fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" class="alignnone wp-image-37232 size-medium" src="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/dee10-alison-e1556710503153-300x225.jpeg" alt="" width="300" height="225" srcset="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/dee10-alison-e1556710503153-300x225.jpeg 300w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/dee10-alison-e1556710503153-1024x768.jpeg 1024w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/dee10-alison-e1556710503153-768x576.jpeg 768w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/dee10-alison-e1556710503153.jpeg 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" />Alison Stone has published six full-length collections, <u>Caught in the Myth</u> (NYQ Books, forthcoming 2019), <u>Dazzle</u> (Jacar Press, 2017), <u>Masterplan</u>, a book of collaborative poems with Eric Greinke<u>  (Presa Press, 2018),</u> <u>Ordinary Magic</u>, (NYQ Books, 2016), <u>Dangerous Enough</u> (Presa Press 2014), and <u>They Sing at Midnight</u>, which won the 2003 Many Mountains Moving Poetry Award; as well as three chapbooks. Her poems have appeared in The Paris Review, Poetry, Ploughshares, Barrow Street, Poet Lore, and many other journals and anthologies. She has been awarded Poetry’s Frederick Bock Prize and New York Quarterly’s Madeline Sadin Award. She was recently Writer in Residence at LitSpace St. Pete. She is also a painter and the creator of The Stone Tarot. A licensed psychotherapist, she has private practices in NYC and Nyack. <a href="http://www.stonepoetry.org/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">www.stonepoetry.org</a>  <a href="http://www.stonetarot.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">www.stonetarot.com</a></em></p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2019/05/01/poems-by-alison-stone/">Poems by Alison Stone</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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