Trio House Press
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Bloomer by Jessica Hincapie

Winner of the 2021 Louise Bogan Award, selected by Lee Ann Roripaugh

Jessica Hincapie is a Hispanic poet living in Austin, Texas. She received her MFA in Poetry from The University of Texas (2018), where she won the Michael Adams Prize in Poetry. Currently she is the Programming Director for The Writing Barn, a writing retreat space in South Austin, that offers MFA level classes in multiple creative genres, including young/children's, fiction, non-fiction, and more. She is an experienced teacher and workshop facilitator to adults and youth from around the world.

Her debut poetry collection Bloomer won the Louise Bogan Award for Artistic Merit and Excellence. Her work has received various honors, including a 2021 Pushcart Nomination, finalist for Radar Poetry's 2020 Coniston Prize judged by Ada Limon, a 2022 Cuttyhunk Writers’ Residency and more. She has work out in numerous publications, including Colorado Review, Narrative Magazine, Gulf Coast, Sonora Review, Indiana Review and many others.


Seconds Before the Squall


And all that’s left outside are the horses

tied to their posts. When the floods

recede will we line up the dead

in neat rows, the way we did

in Ypres? The last children

are leaving their homes now.

Soon only loose fur, aglets without

laces, shores of nothing more

than the dismantled spines

of jellyfish. Riddance swelling

among the barren fruit flies, their

kingdom of peels and pits.

The girls swat, no use. Pierce

their tongues instead. Their fathers

well toward retiring now, if only

those jack asses in office.

Today the ability to hunt boar

by hot air balloon was made legal.

It should then reason that we too

were once abused animals

scratching at doors while

water rose over us. Have

all hid from the rainbow

giant in the sky who wants us

dead by rifle. Who’s to say

any one of us hasn’t already died,

isn’t right now covered

by white linens? Thoroughbreds

with all their weight piled

atop their own limbs

leaving cracks in the metal soles. It is natural

for disasters to beget more disaster.

If you haven’t already, set fire

to something while it’s raining.

The juxtaposition will feel

like an orgasm, not sure

when you inhale if you are

breathing in smoke or steam.