ALL ACCOUNTS AND MIXTURE: Poetry by Chase Berggrun


In the woods he is a woman, & she sleeps in leaves, her mother’s hand warm in her pocket, his neck bruised from his own kiss. Autumn calms down into dying, a fleck of rain on her chest, in the dream he grows a petrel’s wing. Flight follows the sea, where the only fist or fixture is the contour of a wave. Her undulate breath. Afternoon & in the woods she is a man, full of fear, thirsting for nothing. Forever bound in change. Forever unwrapped & emptied. Nudged softly by doe’s antler.

From the couch

For Dr. K

A circle of change

catching rain with

eager tongue

a catalogue of

each insult into skin

I spill

you say moving on

will be easy but never

asked how

I manage morning

my mother’s fists

coming in through

my little window in one

hand a bottle

the other grips

a seagull by

the broken neck



Chase Berggrun is a poet from Yarmouth, Massachusetts. They are the author of Discontent and Its Civilizations: Poems of Erasure, winner of the 2012 jubilat Chapbook Contest judged by Peter Gizzi, and their work has been published in Washington Square, Beloit Poetry Journal, Hanging Loose, Out of Our, among others; and in the anthology Time You Let Me In: 25 Under 25, edited and selected by Naomi Shihab Nye. Chase completed their undergraduate degree in English and Classics at the University of Massachusetts Amherst, where in 2013 they were the recipient of the Class of 1940 Creative Writing Prize. They are currently an MFA candidate in Poetry at NYU.