Hi everyone! Happy Tuesday, and welcome to the premiere feature of WRB’s The Curve. We will feature poetry on Tuesdays, prose on Thursdays, and the occasional book pun on Saturdays. Please consider submitting your work. We will continue our feature until the launch of WRB’s publication, SHARK Literary Magazine, appears in Fall or Winter 2017. Now, we introduce Carol Berg, with her poem, “Self-Portrait as Tide Pool.” Thank you for reading, and thank you, Carol, for joining us.




        I’m a fault on the Atlantic

        Shoreline. I never get the hunky

        fish, the fast and thrashing

        striped bass, the yellow-fin

        tuna. I’m all about the wait,

        the turning of a tide.

        The osprey ignores me—

        soaring towards a curious

        depth. Small minnows frantic

        in my midst—I never get

        any real rest. And the seaweed—

        always encroaching.

        All those green

        hands reaching, reaching.

        I don’t make a big noise,

        no crash or churn.

        Just a yearning

        for someone to submerge

        their entire excited body

        inside of me.


CAROL BERG’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in DMQ Review, Sou’wester, The Journal, Spillway, Redactions, Radar Poetry, Verse Wisconsin, and in the anthologies A Face to Meet the Faces: An Anthology of Contemporary Persona Poems and Bigger Than They Appear: An Anthology of Very Small Poems. Her chapbook, Her Vena Amoris (Red Bird Chapbooks), is available and her chapbooks, Ophelia Unraveling and The Ornithologist Poems, are available from dancing girl press. She was winner of a scholarship to Poets on the Coast and a recipient of a grant from the Massachusetts Cultural Council.



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