poetry by keith t. fancher

California

the word in french is beautiful: la sécheresse.
like a delicate wash of color, a bolt
of something sheer to lay on the face

of a fresh-dead queen. the light comes through
softer than it goes in. flecks of pink
to accentuate where the blood would run

just under the surface, if it still ran.

Keith T. Fancher was born in the California redwoods and raised in the Blue Ridge foothills. He holds degrees in computer science and film studies, which are no help at all when publishing poems. Still, thanks to the kindness of strangers, his work can be found in Poetry Northwest, OPEN: Journal, Sheila-Na-Gig, Right Hand Pointing, and elsewhere. He lives in San Francisco.