The Gate of Pinecones
First published in The Coachella Review in the Winter 2018 issue
This poem was first published in The Coachella Review in the Winter 2018 issue, along with another poem of mine, "El Camino Del Mar at Dusk."
I've found it challenging to place poems with nature imagery that's explicitly West Coast or even more, specifically Californian. In grad school, my advisor called it the four seasons bias. If it's a nature poem, it better follow the four seasons climate or good luck to you getting published. So when I'm browsing Duotrope for likely journals, I look for names that hint they might be open to West Coast imagery. "Coachella" was a big hint, making me think of the San Gorgonio Pass wind farm at the Coachella Valley entrance (and not the festival, because I am a big nerd). I was really happy that both of these poems found a home, and I appreciate the journal's openness to this kind of imagery.
The Coachella Review is online, and you can read the entire Winter 2018 Issue. They also accept submissions, though you should check when the submission period is open.
The Gate of Pinecones #
Will you come through the gate of pinecones where Baker Beach breakers bite the shoreline and flights of bent-necked pelicans hover in the winds against the serpentine cliffs that winter rains weaken and ruin where the falcon stands still in the coastal thermals and I say in a hundred round about ways as we kiss in the bunker’s cement pillbox and observe the coastal fog float on the inversion layer that I have already fallen, that I am already falling that I am already ruined, that I am falling into the ocean, that I have already jumped that I am dissolved that I am a landslide that the land has slid out from under me And the force of this is, yes, like high tide like undertow that pulls you deeper if you fight but I, like a surfer, like a fool, went in willingly.