I glared into the camera and you smiled I drive with the lightning and you ride with the thunder I eat pie with two hands and you hand me your last piece When I showed you the speckled hens you fed them rainwater My insecurity takes offense at every doubt while yours apologizes for them …
Month: January 2020
PR (Poetic Relations)
He speaks for us, the outsiders who gather in clumps, uniform in black and thrifty corduroy and see ourselves in his tale’s reassuring morals, his confession’s predictable penance. His words keep clean of metaphor or pretensions to the violence of literature, his tears track our trail through depression, and if the culvert runs too shallow, …
Blue Stone Arrow
Matthew watched the blue parasol out of sight. Then he went back to Stone Street on a path as straight as an arrow. Blue, stone, arrow, each a step on a bridge built of time, every brick, a moment at rest in denial, as Zeno tells it, of the possibility of motion Blue, the sky, …
The Gunslinger in Technicolor: Poems 1980 – 1992
Jedediah Smith’s poetry explores the terrain between history and myth, the desert landscapes where folklore and fact about the American West swirl together as oil paints on an artist’s palette. With a sense of space and light informed by the films of John Ford and Howard Hawks, Jedediah documents the western landscape of red rock …
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Quiet Please
In the children’s library section, one toddler pitches a fit and two more hoot in sympathy like Prairie dogs sticking heads up from bolt holes, sensitive enough to the taller world to pipe warning calls of an approaching shadow cast by a cougar’s roar. Posted for dVerse ~ Poets Pub's 13 Monday Jan 2020 prompt: Quadrille …
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