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Holly A. Schullo received an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of South Carolina (2001) and is completing a PhD in English at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette (2005). Recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Louisiana Literature (as a semi-finalist in the 2003 Louisiana Literature Prize for Poetry), Interdisciplinary Humanities, Poems and Plays, Dirty Swamp Poets, and Yemassee. She was a finalist in the 2003 Calyx Lois Cranston Memorial Poetry Prize. She has completed a manuscript of poems titled, A New Year of Thirteen Moons.
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All That There Is
By Holly A. Schullo
January 6, 2005
Go to sleepy,
little baby.
Go to sleepy,
little baby.
You discover
rain comes from sky,
today, a word
just learned, baby
hand held out to
discovery
days after you
made a word for
birds, planes, caw-caw,
one word for love,
la, everything
yet to be named
Come and lay
your bones
on the alabaster stone
is that, just weeks
after you found
the moon, so soon
after dada,
dog, no. You do
not know a world
that is always
turning, moving
toward entropy,
that everything
expires. Sleep.
Go to sleepy,
little baby.
Go to sleepy,
little baby.
know everything
firsthand, all that
there is, know that
stars are fixed each
night in the sky,
that the moon moves
You and me
and the devil
makes three.
from window to
window, to look
in other rooms.
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