Ally Harris

Woman at a Driving Range


           “Under the philosophy that now seems to guide our destinies, nothing must get in the way of the man with the spray                 gun.” -Rachel Carson, Silent Sprint



Orbs splash in water 

spread in order to take

groomed & hit by force, 

bestowed a copper 


wish blot white.  

With girls it made 

want a soft strike. 

To till the driving I 

into infected give. 


As land, sex touched them 

& asked only to know, refusing 

other, holding lush for true 


in land-green lacquer. Still,

jowls. Then pounds & bright 

strikes on I until it’s how 

it wanted to pass 


by they, & then it was easier, 

& it was me (was it me?) 

holding the spray, dosing/taming 

a biome in mellow light.

Ally Harris is the author of three chapbooks of poetry, Dispersal (The Song Cave, 2019), Her Twin Was After Me (Slim Princess Holdings, 2014) and floor baby (dancing girl press, 2011). She graduated from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop with an MFA in Poetry and is the poetry editor of Submission Reading Series in Portland, OR.



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