Stephanie N. Johnson
Current
The bridge carried my bird-bones across lanes of traffic. By
that time I was a handful of pollen, a few cottonwood
seeds—all fur and feather. Where I went after that you’ll
have to ask the river. In my weightless state I coated the
current, carrying a memory of water. In that memory of
water I carried a memory of embryonic fluid, and in that
fluid I remembered the darkness before my birth. But you
must ask the river, next time you stop between worlds,
where I’ve gone to next.
Stephanie N. Johnson is a writer and teacher whose work has appeared in AGNI, Borderlands,
BPJ, Crab Creek Review, Massachusetts Review and others. Stephanie’s writing is concerned
with the ways our natural world intersect every aspect of the human condition. She is also
endlessly fascinated by the power of the imagination to shape our experience of being
human. Stephanie contemplates all this and more in Duluth, Minnesota where she lives with
her husband and two daughters.
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