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CAMERON HARAMIA
I plant all my grief around a penny.
The penny tries to contain my grief
but it shows up as mold.
Not even my misery can look shiny—
not even on the least valuable
coin. But I know where other
green things have found a home.
I leapt into that abandoned waterfall,
waiting outside the Cheesecake Factory,
age 9 but the adult of my cousins.
So many coins
I could have built a library of tears.
My grandma to grieve, my 9 year old
sorrow. Grandma granted me
green beanie babies, where I planted my
joy in three states. The first state: a promise
of future athletic zen. The second:
a hope of eternal gerbil jump roping.
The third: a gliding about the walls of crooked
picture frames—me the cutest, most determined
eyebrows. I place the moldy penny in
the mouth of my green dragon.
I tell it not to swallow.
Just hold it there, a meeting
between past happy, present hardly, present
present. The dragon’s eyes can’t hold
up the green. The penny spills
onto the rollercoaster, lets out
a harrowing shriek & crashes through my childhood
window. All my cousins are adults now.
All my grandmas deceased.
Cameron Haramia is a California-born Hoosier, who can be found on the dancefloor. He’s danced his way to Memphis, México, and marine animals. Haramia’s poems have appeared in Rogue Agent, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, The Indianapolis Review, & elsewhere.