Mother enters an uncanny valley

It rested in the plush,
motionless, painted colors:
was one thing in
a number of things
that (form: a still
life, a painted
material culture and
material nature:
maternal instrument(s),
limp: gasps
and breathing,
wettish) thrust into
slipstreams
beneath (an aquifer,
a wellspring)

Onward and upward!

Dear Ray Cline,

Thank you for sending us "Phalanx". We appreciate the chance to read it. Unfortunately, the piece is not for us.

Thanks again. Best of luck with this.
Sincerely,
Jared Wahlgren
Gold Wake Press