Musings

Oklahoma’s True Poet Laureate: Woody Guthrie

My students have been studying the life and work of Woody Guthrie. It’s his centennial, and good old Oklahoma is finally coming around to see what an important man this guy from Okemah really was. My fellow Okies tend to hold a grudge for way too long, and in this case it was never warranted—to think someone was a communist (which he wasn’t) and a socialist (which he was, though didn’t care for the tag) is not a decent reason to deny his value. Continue reading “Oklahoma’s True Poet Laureate: Woody Guthrie”

Poems

Morgana’s Instructions

You don’t need to love the old man.
Just move his boots out of the way
so neither of you trip over them.
Ask the cook to send the boy out
to find the leeks he likes the best.
Move the curtain on the bed a few
inches to one side, clip it there.
Turn away when he coughs
and the sputum slips out his mouth. Continue reading “Morgana’s Instructions”

Poems

The World You Outgrew

At 5:17, the coyotes end their run,
their cries circling in on each other,
a haunting cyclone of sound you never forget.

Sometimes the world you outgrew
reclaims you, surrounding you in its ever-ness.

Keep coming.
     Keep coming closer.

If you have left anything behind,
you don’t need it.
If the darkness threatens to drown you,
remember what is there.

–Shaun Perkins

Musings

May Day: Knock and Run!

When Luke was a child, we occasionally celebrated May Day. We lived in a neighborhood surrounded by old people, and we would make May day baskets, hang them on their doorknobs, knock, and run. Of course, the parent-sanctioned knocking on a door and then running was the favorite part of the whole deal for Luke. Continue reading “May Day: Knock and Run!”