Category Archives: poetry

Recovery

You may see an albino squirrel cross in front of Friday traffic. It may pause on brick pavers or cross a puddle that dries on the steps as you enter the suburban library, the one designed in 17th Century French-Italianate … Continue reading

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I Stare at the Catfish that Rises to the Surface

I Stare at the Catfish that Rises to the Surface   Waves of crickets blow over my ears, a cicada tide comes near.   September summer season, school bus parades, Friday night drums, nests and floods on fire.   Fly … Continue reading

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The Ancients Were Here

Leo, in the glint of his left eye, caught the glide of the wavy water snake as he brought his daily practice of a standing meditation to a close. The serpent’s head rose like a periscope on the surface of … Continue reading

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Emerson Burkhart’s Easel

Emerson Burkhart’s Easel the fireflies have returned they whisper to night-crawlers that bathe in the clover after a Monday night shower they warn the worms of carp in the Scioto the fireflies appear again they mumble to the crickets as … Continue reading

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2-Lanes East, a 4-Part Flight

Exodus A hog-nosed snake suns by the screen door. We leave Fort Morgan dressed like a heat wave. She didn’t shave, the blonde of her legs dance tan in the open window breeze. I drive out of Nebraska with our … Continue reading

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Ramp Meditation

Ramp Meditation My soft knees cushion on this green rug of moss, part of the rock ledge, itself attached to a boulder before time. I’ve been to the river. I bend over to the river to touch April water as … Continue reading

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Owed to Sharon Olds

Owed to Sharon Olds I don’t often do poetry. Do you? I write, a poem approaches with a mumble. Mourning doves peck my ears. Tell us, what awakens you? The sound of a feral cat crouching under the forsythia? Cloudy … Continue reading

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