Kentucky Coal Mines

Maya White-Lurie

littered with canary bones, feathers and beaks swallowed by asthmatic shafts. Abandoned mine land’s muscles lean close, fingers curl into palm, never let go. Where birds kept singing, tunnels stretched deep, wooden support forests grew so well in that dark. Children heed stay out stay alive, magnates wind through sediment toward swelter.

Maya White-Lurie wrote her first poem at age eight and never stopped scribbling. She lives in Richmond, Virginia. Her writing has appeared in Permafrost Magazine, Amendment Literary Journal, and Quail Bell Magazine.

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