I read the dash as a minus sign.“Sea” minus “More Seas” equals “Desert.”~Clock minus “Prospect’s half” equals the “o” of “halo.”~Each vowel is a buttonhole.I practicethe buttonhole stitch.Make one loop over the edge.Gently pull the thread to secure the knot.~“Trees” minus “distant Light” equals “Traveller on a Hill.”~I am that elderly woman buttoning her coat.Her hands tremble, and each buttonis like a stone she’s tryingto push through wool.~“Health” minus “Safety, and the Sky” equals “Exile.”~As if the Sea should part / And show a further Sea—As if the calendar should part/ And show a further calendar—~To find the blue region, first find the big squareand then subtract the little square.
Strange Math, Dickinson
Eva Heisler
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Maryland-born poet and art historian Eva Heisler currently resides in the UK. She is the author of Reading Emily Dickinson in Icelandic (Kore Press), and her poetry has appeared in journals including Colorado Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, The Los Angeles Review, and Seneca Review. Currently, her work is featured in the Spring 2025 issues of Copper Nickel and Mississippi Review’s Art Issue, with work forthcoming in Diagram.
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