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Marble

In Poetry on July 22, 2018 at 10:00 am

Our ghosts follow us more
often than we think,
or want.

I told my grandmother,
“Get in touch with me after you die.”
If existence after death is real.
I’ve never heard from her.

A church attender
who is trying to figure out
weird religious after-this-life stuff.

“We’ve never been taught to listen differently.
To hear the song of kin long dead.
In the breeze, the bending of a tree,
or sunlight’s twinkle off rippling water.”

Something rolled in the sock drawer
when pulling it out.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

Again, the next day.
Rolling.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
Reaching back, past the socks—a marble.

Who’d been the marble
of my dead brother
whose birthday was yesterday.

 

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Willow

In Poetry on May 13, 2018 at 10:00 am

 

Rooted willow stands outside
Front window.  Morning twilight.
Neither light nor dark.

Black trunk and branches
Rise. Sillohetted against the
Dark light blue sky.

Small branches wing out.
Tips loose themselves in
Lighted dark blue sky.

Willow without one leaf
On one branch.  Rooted
Lightly in dark ground.

 

Barn Siding

In Poetry on August 14, 2016 at 8:00 am

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rough sawn barn, non-linear
nails, batten-less boards grayed
by water and time

Broken Egg

In Poetry on July 31, 2016 at 8:00 am

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stillness in morning hatch
and off-stage mother calls
audience not to notice

 

Gravel Actor

In Poetry on July 17, 2016 at 8:00 am

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broken wing killdeer actor
fills the gravel stage
moving audience from eggs

Sage Steppe Fence Post

In Poetry on June 26, 2016 at 8:00 am

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sentinel of sage and
cow, knows not fire
destruction, rather metamorphic wisdom

Twisted Wire

In Poetry on June 12, 2016 at 8:00 am

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hands of long ago,
repair barb wire fence,
of hands long ago

Wise Fence

In Poetry on May 29, 2016 at 8:00 am

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sage leans into fence
whispering wisdom, lean ear
to wire and listen

Rose

In Poetry on May 15, 2016 at 8:00 am

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wild rose opens to
morning sun seducing days
first bee to relationship

Contemplative Eyes

In Poetry on May 1, 2016 at 8:00 am

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though on back below
tractor greasing joints, creator
eyes awakens contemplative silence