... along the fence line blackbirds gather
the sound of leaving
... dark as their wings
Lino print by Annie Soudain
Friday, November 9, 2018
Blackbirds
... along the fence line blackbirds gather
the sound of leaving
... dark as their wings
Lino print by Annie Soudain
Thursday, October 18, 2018
The White Rhinoceros
On this cold november night darkness comes early
calling for a quiet, solitary celebration: a hot bath, candles
a glass of wine.
As the water covers me, my eyes close temporarily
and in that brief moment, that transcendent moment
I see a white rhinoceros.
I don't know what it means. It doesn't matter.
It only matters that I saw him.
This first appeared as a prose piece on my original blog:
https://teresaevangeline.blogspot.com/2012/11/dreaming-white-rhinoceros.html
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
The Highway
... the white lines on the highway fall beneath us
... he asks if I like george benson
... strings bending / fingers finding / every perfect chord
Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Sacred Objects
... not wanting him buried in bare feet
... we were sent off to buy a pair of socks / black, preferably
... carried them back to the funeral home ... like the sacred objects they were
Photograph by Molly Matalon
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Within the Call of a Whippoorwill
... within the call of a whippoorwill just before daybreak
... my back porch bedroom as a child
... the bedroom of the man I thought I'd love forever
... my bedroom now / in this little house near the river
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
Driving Through Northern New Mexico
... driving through northern new mexico
... shiprock forever in the distance
... my heart's been in my throat for a very long time
... another hour and I'll head north
... camp along the san juan river / fall asleep at dusk
... pretend I'm not one of the lonely ones
Photograph by Chris Hunter
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Another World
... in perfect blue stillness the hours entered another world
... I became him / he became me
... so ... now I have to ask / did he pass on ... or did I?
In memory of my beloved Buddy (Feb 10, 2011 - Apr 13, 2018)
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
In the Blue Restless Night
in the blue restless night
praying for still waters
my mother comes to me
from a place I catch only a glimpse of
in a glass I recognize from childhood
she offers me a drink
Image: "Midnight Lullaby," Henrik Simonsen
Monday, December 11, 2017
That Winter
... that winter we waited / the owl and I
... til life became something else
Photo: Rob Blair
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Sunday, December 3, 2017
An Early December
I lean into the frost
... the cold moon of an early december
Japanese woodblock: Ohara Shoson (Koson), 1927
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Grace
... filled with grace / your poems embody how I hope to live this life
... some days I come close / other days remind me
Image by Sally Banfill: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/sally-banfill.html
Monday, November 13, 2017
Winter Dream #9
Winter Dream #9:
pointing to the ceiling
to something I can't see
my sister says she's going to make
bear soup
I look away
hoping for a small cup
a few sips of his endurance
his strength
he has followed me for so long
Photograph by Todd Hido
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Late Night Search
... late night search
... the boy who left a yellow rose on my windshield
Photograph: Rand
Monday, October 9, 2017
Dog Eared
... I don't mind dog eared pages
... they tell me someone paused / wanting to return
Photograph by Erica Baum
Friday, September 1, 2017
In a Silver Canoe
... in a silver canoe on half moon lake ... I drift
... the truth does not come cheap
... I've loved too carelessly
Image: Jeremy Miranda
Monday, August 28, 2017
Sunday, August 27, 2017
All the Ways
... all the ways we lie
Photograph by Mara Catalan
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Friday, August 4, 2017
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Summer Camp
... dining hall
... bible class
... stolen kisses on the raft
... no merit badge again
Image by Anne Liese
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Among the Wild Iris
... are you lonely, he asks / do you miss me?
... only now and then
... when the deer pause in the evening among the wild iris
Image by Lyse Marion
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Sometimes We Call It Love
... cows bellowing for their calves
... we want what instinct tells us to want
... sometimes ... we call it love
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Baptized
... in a white blouse and turquoise skirt my mother made me
... I walked back to shore not feeling anything but wet
Monday, April 3, 2017
One Day
... one day you're talking to your dead mother
... next day she's gone
... all your dead friends have moved on
... you're alone ..... no one to talk to but yourself
Photograph by Sally Banfill: banfill.com/
Monday, March 20, 2017
Friday, March 17, 2017
This Morning, In the Shower
... this morning, in the shower
... my breasts against your back
... you, holding my right hand to your heart
....... the grief of remembering
Sunday, January 1, 2017
I Might Have
... with clay from the high uintas you fashioned a pot
... placed it on top of the piano
... I might have broken it on purpose
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Over Blueberry Pancakes
... over blueberry pancakes you talk of the future
... I sit quietly
... self preservation kicking in
Photo: Counter Cafe
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Dancing to Brook Benton
... at a bar just off the strip / we danced to brook benton
... tenuous life couldn't reach us
... if I ever get a moment back ... I want that one
Image by Pier Toffoletti
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