Spotlight on: Poetry
EMILY AS I READ HER JORIE GRAHAM’S THE END OF BEAUTY WHILE SHE MADE DINNER FOR THE FIVE OF US
I know we are creek people. Thirsty& waiting. We are a family that uses fire. We are tender. That does not mean we are hopeless.
I Read the History Today, Oh Boy
I read Hesiod and put some notes in the margin. Tapping my pen on the page like playing taps as I thought of those notes […]
How to be a cosmonaut
I promise to borrow bravery, for it’s a paradox to have it. If you never had to act bravely, you couldn’t know if you were. […]
Blue: A Dialogue Between the Sky and the Sea
“I’ve been here a long time, S. And I never mean to move.” “But moving is all I do,” replies a voice from blue on […]
Words Exchanged in Passing Cars
It is not the sturdy wooden beamsthat raise the house aloftthat I study but insteadthe rotting wooden plankstill dark and wetthat haswashed ashorealonethat will holdmy attentionforever
Infinite Structure of Ink on Blank Pages of Vibrating Sand
Ambitious creature,I know you from a foreseen road.You would perform imperfectlove ballads as reflected fromgowns of a river swan.Catching prey in glass spider webs,woven from […]
Messengers
They both came back unanswered: my letter to an old friend, the egret in the cattails. Flat, brown-tinged, unstirred water– silent as in past years. […]
dreaming golgotha
waited all day for rain,but it never came watched hands reach upthrough the soil of bloodsoaked fields heard the screams of crows could’ve been anywhere,but […]