Monday, September 30, 2013

My Mother's Hands


             ... made from scratch / a thousand loaves of bread 

                                                                       ... fish hooks / set with worms found among her flowers

                       ... an ironing board that never saw a closet

                                                             ... my mother's hands ... on everything I touch





Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Yellow Pears


                                          she lived in an old black van

                                          at the edge of her grandmother's woods

                                          long black hair / voice the sound of damp earth ... chippewa
                                                              
                                          she gave us yellow pears / my sister and me

                                          we sat quietly / legs dangling ... juice dripping from our chins

                                          I was five years old

                 
                                                                                             
                                                                                                                       




My reading of this poem on public radio: http://www.kaxe.org/Audiobox/Beat/KAXE_Beat_2014_07_14_TEvangeline_YellowPears.mp3

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Sunday Morning


                                           A big man with a big voice
   
                                           he rattled the rafters on Sunday mornings
                                
                                           til I thought Jesus would come down from the cross   
  
                                           I bowed my head in embarrassment
   
                                           for him ... and for my ten year old self

                                          who wanted to jump up beside him and sing

  
                                          How great thou art / How great thou art 

                                                                             




Friday, September 20, 2013

An Earlier Autumn


                                   ... on a hillside below a silent barn / my grandfather wandered

         ... searched the moonlight for cattle long gone 
                                                                       
                                                                                               ... safe in an earlier autumn






My reading of this poem on public radio October 21, 2014:
http://www.kaxe.org/Audiobox/Beat/KAXE_Beat_2014_10_21_TEvangeline_TheSilentBarn.mp3


Monday, September 16, 2013

The Gospel According to Mahalia


                                     ... from the cherry red 45's at my grandfather's house 

                                                                                                     ... to the Washington Monument

   ... she had the same dream and made sure Martin told it 

                                                                              ... the gospel according to Mahalia





Friday, September 13, 2013

Yellow Dress

                                                                             ... running through the woods in a yellow dress
                                                         
                    ... mark beside me laughing / looking at my bare feet ... how do you do that 

                                              ... I smile ... keep running





Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Searching for Chicago


                                       ... summers I slept on the porch / full moon leaning in the window

      ... transistor radio pressed to my ear                                                                                        
                           
                                                        ... where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?







Monday, September 9, 2013

Carnival Glass Summers


               ... she took them from the cupboard ... paused 

                                                     ... top of the ferris wheel at seventeen ... his hand on her breast

                                   ... everywhere they turned another game of chance
                                          
                                                                      ... thirty seven carnival glass summers ... thirty seven lies

                         ... dropped one by one from her hands

                  





Saturday, September 7, 2013

Stealing Apples

           
                                                ... red barn leans into autumn
      
                   ... silo's white glow
                                                     
                                                                       ... september / stealing apples in moonlight





Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Green Stamps


                   ... married early 
                                          
                                             ... I bought pots and pans with green stamps my mother gave me
                                                   
                              ... pressed into little books ... redeemed in misery