Issue 3
Wool Gloves Unravelling

Wool Gloves Unravelling

Speak to me in the metaphors
of Neruda’s odes.
Address the surrender of my hands
to row after row of words that warm
the stones of winter.

Courage as you start to disappear
in multicolored nubs
speckling our carpeted floor.
Look, my dear husband stoops
to pluck a scrap of your demise.

Once riotously red-orange-blue,
staunch companions.
How snugly your fit each hand, fingers
anxious to greet you.
Year after year, you pointed the way.

Now I remember Scandinavia,
Ultima Thule. I sang of reindeer dreams,
antler and hooves in the matrix
of an Arctic blast—aurora’s
pale green fire.

Like you, worn gloves, that girl
with a back pack begins to slowly unravel,
delicate hairs tufted in a brush,
combed out names of towns, roads, lakes—

she meanders, recalling the tattered
and sometimes deliriously silken trek.


Colette Inez authored eleven poetry collections, including, most recently, The Luba Poems (Red Hen Press). She was widely anthologized, received fellowships from the Guggenheim and Rockefeller Foundations, twice from the National Endowment for the Arts, and won numerous Pushcart prizes. Previously a visiting professor at Cornell, Ohio, Bucknell and Colgate universities, she served on the faculty of Columbia University’s Undergraduate Writing Program for many years, and read her work at numerous colleges and universities. The University of Wisconsin Press published her memoir, The Secret of M. Dulong, in 2005. Her poems have appeared in The Paris ReviewAntioch ReviewHudson Review,The Harvard ReviewPrarie SchoonerPloughshares, and many others. She was born in Belgium and, until her death in January, 2018, resided in New York City with her husband, a freelance writer. This issue of AMP is dedicated to her.