Talk to me. But better yet,
Talk to yourself. Listen
To the words your body
Resists and just wait,
Let the syllables rest
In your armpits and nostrils
And in the webby secrets
Between your fingers. Wait Continue reading “Pulling Away”
Category: Poems
Poetry from Oklahoma
The Witch
I am a witch.
It is what I do, you see,
Make people happy,
Or at least give them the idea
That they may stop at a tea room
Or quit the job or return her kiss
In the fading light of a winter evening
When the starlings are calling
The darkness into their breasts. Continue reading “The Witch”
Geometry
Remember, I flunked math.
In some circles, they will not
Wear purple or eat from paper plates
Unless reinforced. In some circles,
The radius cannot be determined
And the similarity to a planet
Must be achieved by standing
On one leg and looking under
One’s elbow past the cereal box
On the tiled counter. Continue reading “Geometry”
Strange Beauty
for Lea, 9-9-1962 to 8-30-2012
It is late October, and a red rose bush
Is blooming on the south side of her house,
In that best place for the light. I remember
How she could draw a flower
When we were in high school, a few
Simple strokes and strange beauty appeared. Continue reading “Strange Beauty”
The Place Where We Used to Play
for Luann
The stump of the locust tree roared
When its body fell away from it
In the April wind before the land
Clocked its beat into her, the roar
Evident in the toothy spears of bark
Stalagmited from its edge, the hollow
Of age rifled by coon, snake and beetle. Continue reading “The Place Where We Used to Play”
6 Ways of Thinking About Wednesday
I wanted to uphold the sky
With a bit of twig fallen from a dogwood tree
Or to puncture the soul of the season
With my standing still. Not everything
Is about motion. Not everything is about motion.
Not everything is about motion. Stop. Continue reading “6 Ways of Thinking About Wednesday”
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