Photograph by Shiyu Zhuang
Teresa Evangeline's Poetry
Wednesday, November 20, 2024
Above Golden Trees
Sunday, September 1, 2024
Thursday, April 18, 2024
Life Goes On
an occasional squabble breaks out
as baltimore orioles
gobble down grape jelly
but order
is quickly restored
and life goes on
Photo: Trystan Roberts
Monday, April 8, 2024
The Forgotten Dream
... held up by rusty nails and prairie grass
... the forgotten dream bows low
... asks the wind for one more summer
Photo by Randall Nyhof
Sunday, February 25, 2024
The Storm
... mourning doves sway with the wind
Artwork: Ericamaxine Price
Saturday, December 30, 2023
Thursday, November 23, 2023
Greyfeathered Sky
... just greyfeathered sky
... wings of the great blue heron
Photo: Patrick Wolf
Tuesday, July 18, 2023
Five Beautiful Words
... when asked for five beautiful words I said mine are rather simple
... but I never tire of them
river
meadow
bluebells
starlight
home
Image: Nicholas Hely Hutchinson
Thursday, June 8, 2023
Yellow Flowers
... on the other side of the fence line / a field of yellow flowers
... the poem that is my life
Photograph by Megan Nash
Monday, March 6, 2023
Friday, November 25, 2022
The Object of My Affection
... below my kitchen window
... rubs his antlers on an empty apple tree
Painting: Jeanie Tomanek
Friday, October 21, 2022
The Potter's Presence
I hold it in my palm
feel the potter's presence
Photographer Unknown
Sunday, September 11, 2022
At the Back of the Field
Friday, September 2, 2022
Cows
along the highway that passes through my childhood
I don't know why they've made me so happy
I can't stop smiling
Photographer Unknown
Monday, August 29, 2022
Golden Glow
between the apple tree that's almost deadand the remains of the ramshackle shed
my mother's righteous golden glow
Wednesday, August 10, 2022
Saturday, July 16, 2022
The Photo
Your note to him on the back
He handed it to me on your front porch
The summer before he died
Insisted I have it
Now you're gone too
And the photo?
It's where it was meant to be
I think he knew that when he gave it to me
Sunday, June 26, 2022
The White Pine
Friday, June 3, 2022
The Marsh
a red winged blackbird flits from reed to reed
Monday, May 9, 2022
The Feather
... I picked up a feather in my yard
... and as I carried it to the house it talked to me
... told me it didn't want to be in my collection on the porch
... but with those inside the house / on my bookshelf
... where it now quietly resides
Photograph by Peter James
Thursday, May 5, 2022
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Reading a Poem
reading a poem in an anthology
a poem that begins with grandmothers
ringing the necks of chickens
and ends with sir isaac newton
sitting on a bed
I realize I'd skipped a page
read two poems as one
and that my friends is poetry
sometimes you end up
in a place wholly unexpected
Art by Rodney Hatfield
Tuesday, March 8, 2022
Messages
some days you'd call just to share something
a poem, a song, a story from your childhood
the atacama desert's annual rainfall
there are days I still drive down my road
wondering if you've called
your message blinking out into the universe
Sunday, February 20, 2022
Songs of Spring
... in the crab apple tree ... cardinals / hoarfrost letting go
... beyond the ice broken river ... coyotes
... songs of spring
Photographer unknown
Monday, February 7, 2022
Swans
... along the riverbank / sunlit swans asleep in the snow
... I hope they know how much I love them
Image: Polina Washington
Tuesday, December 7, 2021
The Week Before
the week before he died
he called and asked if I'd read him a poem
the poem I'd sent in a message the night before
the one that says, "no one you love is dying"
we knew it wasn't true
but I read it as though it was
Saturday, October 30, 2021
Wednesday, October 13, 2021
Tuesday, September 7, 2021
Familiar Back Roads
takes me down familiar back roads
to where you once lived
but your house has been torn down
the mailbox is gone / the driveway, overgrown
only the gate remains
across the road
on the far side of the pond
two swans drift
Tuesday, July 27, 2021
A Blue Bandanna
... until one of us is gone, the other left remembering
... you lean back on your elbow, blue bandanna wrapped around your head
... I sit cross legged in a long cotton dress
... on the stereo, the sound of silence
Photographer unknown