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Celestial Navigation

By Kathi Wolfe

– on being asked to leave a poetry workshop because I am blind

“I am not used to blind poets,”
says the teacher, his Ray-Ban
sunglasses sliding off his nose,
“they’re flying in the dark,
landing who knows where,
right in your face,
in your hair – on your stairs.”

Homer in his Red Baron jacket
hits turbulence over Troy.
Milton and Satan lock wings,
turn somersaults on the runway.
Borges nosedives into his labyrinth.

My plane wobbles, hits an airpocket.
I worry: how will I braille the sky?
Until my radar, a sleek-winged, dapper
bat, flies in.  I soar over my coffee, hear
the echo of the Northern Lights in its cream.

 

 


 

 

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Added: Monday, October 7, 2019  /  From "Love and Kumquats: New and Selected Poems," (BrickHouse Books, 2019). Used with permission.
Kathi Wolfe

Kathi Wolfe (1952 - 2024) was a writer and poet. Her work appeared in The New York Times, Poetry Magazine, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, and other publications. She was a contributor to the groundbreaking anthologies QDA: A Queer Disability Anthology and Beauty Is a Verb: The New Poetry of Disability. Her books of poetry are The Porpoise in the Pink Alcove (2023), Love and Kumquats: New and Selected Poems (2019), The Uppity Blind Girl Poems (2015, winner of the Stonewall Chapbook competition), The Green Light (2013), and Helen Takes the Stage: the Helen Keller Poems (2008). Wolfe was awarded a Puffin Foundation grant and Writers grants from Vermont Studio Center. In 2008, she was a Lambda Literary Foundation Emerging Writer Fellow. She was a regular contributor to the acclaimed LGBTQ paper The Washington Blade, and was a twice a finalist in the DC Chapter of the Society of Professional Journalists annual awards for her series “Queer, Crip and Here,” her profiles of disabled and queer leaders.

Image Description: Kathi Wolfe sits in a chair, which is positioned with its back facing forward. One of her hands holds the chair's back and her face rests in the other hand. Her head is tilted downward. Her light and dark gray hair is worn in loose curls. She wears a denim jacket and glasses.

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