Beth Bretl



violet unmoors

conversation bends 
                             some paring of silk interiors,

bland reproach 
              what is it you . . .

an unkind catch of doors
                                             along the courtyard

cools when a night verges on . . . 

the olive tree corroborates
                                      wasn’t it a darkly angled sky



Beth Bretl is a Ph.D. candidate in English at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, where she recently served as co-editor of poetry for The Cream City Review. Her poetry and fiction have been published or are forthcoming in North American ReviewPorcupine Literary Arts Magazineand Calyx.