Katherine Indermaur
@kgindermaur.bsky.social
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Currently offline ⭐️ Communes with rocks, trees, texts. Edits poetry for Sugar House Review and Alpinist magazine. Winner of the 2023 Colorado Book Award & 2022 Deborah Tall Lyric Essay Book Prize.
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From Alyssa Kathleen McCanna’s incredible debut, winner of this year’s Colorado Book Award, FISH WIFE @blacklawrence.bsky.social
Poem that reads: FOR BURNING
You're a witch, he told me once, but he meant it good.
Then punched the windshield until it buckled, spiderwebbing around his fist. I thought I had the gift, but all I had was salt, black smudge, smoke. What lack, what trick. I casted shadows & aspersions,
he punched the windshield until it buckled. Spiderwebbed veins thumping in his arm. His body was a gift, kaleidoscope of black, of oak. Lack of light, trick of shadow, power cast
as poison. More than once I slipped into his bed when I belonged to another,
vain jump into his hands, his gift of kaleidoscopic body.
So many faces refracted in a cut glass of whiskey, so much noise. Once I slipped into his bed when I belonged to another, then another, and another. A madness of matrimonies,
so many faces refracted in a cut glass of whiskey. Such bliss in the gift of his fist. I thought he was a home, but he was only sand, a ruin of waves, another, then another. An insanity of sorceries.
You're a witch, he told me once, but I misunderstood.
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Bull City Press in space? Kind of! Writer and astronaut extraordinaire Zena Cardman, who appeared in INCH our Grind anthology, is aboard @nasa's SpaceX Dragon spacecraft that will dock tomorrow with the International Space Station! Big congrats, Zena! 🚀 🛰️ 👩‍🚀
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I am so thrilled to be in this issue of Ecotone! I wrote this poem while breastfeeding my first baby, and now it’s published as I’m breastfeeding my second 🤍🤍🤍
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From “Late Night Let Down,” by Katherine Indermaur in Ecotone 37 🌕

“her kingdom tugs / at her bidding its heavy tides // her fists like pin curls / spring against the light”

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Late Night Letdown - Ecotone
little queen of take of squeal & swallow her kingdom tugs at her bidding its heavy tides her fists like pin curls spring against the light everything
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I have 5 new poems up at @commonweal.bsky.social! These are very short persona poems in the voice of Egeria, a fourth-century pilgrim 💛 Enjoy! www.commonwealmagazine.org/five-poems-k...
Screenshot of webpage titled “Five Poems by Katherine Indermaur” dated June 30, 2025, featuring a photo of a woman standing waist-deep in a brown river in front of tall grasses. Ruins Require Belief
The road through the Holy Land
Is littered cities
ruin
Ash and potsherds
charred and
Trampled stone sand has overtaken The old stream and some army
Burned the olive grove low
I keep looking for all that wind
Takes
for example color
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“Is God not Narcissus, having made from His own image and then stuck staring?” From I|I by Katherine Indermaur
Is God not Narcissus, having made from His own image and then stuck staring?
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Thank you so much for reading!