spring revel outside the yellow curtains low mango moon hanging pregnant, full transforming dreams into saffron pistils quivering light bent around trees delicate dance of chestnut shadows ivy speaking in tongues the hoot owl’s questioning query laughing ripples, lingering upon…
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Spring Please Come Spring please come even one tulip petal on my poor tongue parched from this coughing even one splash of green so my eyes don’t go blind from this gray. I will not even ask that the sun…
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Home – haiku The long march homeward cannot happen until you leave, then turn around. ~ Steve Brightman Next…
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1-24-15 It’s morning and the MLK Branch of the library feels like home, people interact with books become characters in their own lives, age eases on by and I note the difference between me and the rest like a subtraction…
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3.23.2014 A few flakes of snow settle in the bare woods beyond the creek. The old farm road is frozen still. But the birds are up. Beyond the ruined horse sheds in the brushy meadow in the weeds by the…
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WORLD WITHIN YOU tell you what, sexy when you touch me I’ve all the time in the world you’re beautiful and my life sings I pray to your fingertips when you kiss me my whole world is within you and…
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A koto chord splays like a kiri wood door opening the resonant center of the universe A woman bends in her obi over a just so stand of flowers petal rich colors against the shoji very domo very ~ Lady…
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9-19-14 Woods are filled with whys. Twigs, branches, trunks, ask questions I can’t answer. ~ Mary Weems O’Neill Woods The beginning of winter. Two lines of headlamps move on opposite sides of a valley. Between the trees and the sky,…
2014-2015-winter-issue-13
30 WINTERS The winter of swaddling. The winter I first noticed snow. The winter of driving Amish neighbors to town, peering at girls’ faceless dolls. The winter I first saw the crick freeze over, fretting for frozen crawdads. The winter…
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Letter from Major Ragain Selected quotes, November 1994 Duet of cards lashed to the prow deep winter wakeup Tongue’s fire making out the principle here limited containment Surf and snowy peaks stuff of the midwest rats in the granary The…