Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Palisade


                                                            ... alone on the bridge at Palisade

                             ... snow covering my hair

                                                                                      ... a crow in the fading light






Monday, December 29, 2014

As Dusk Descends


                                                ... as dusk descends / blackbirds in the poplar move higher

                     ... 'til at the top they cluster

                                       ... like a black star on a barren christmas tree






Saturday, December 27, 2014

The Ironing Board


                              ... leaning into the ironing board and my yellow flowered bell bottoms

              you sang Ruby Ruby when will you be mine


                          then ... your brother died in Vietnam ... you did some time / I married young

      ... our last back porch summer







Photograph by Mary W. Farmer

Monday, December 22, 2014

Evening in Paris


                                         ... in the toe of my stocking

                                                                                              ... a small glass bottle with silver crown

            ... my mother's deep blue dream

                                                                   ... Evening in Paris



Friday, December 19, 2014

Cradled



                ... cradled between the railroad tracks and the ocean

                                                                                                      ... I sleep in time's slim measurements

                                 ... waiting on the wide arc of change






Photograph by Danielle Mourning

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Around a Water Tank


                                              ... along a cold Nebraska highway / a water tank

                    ... mules gather for their portrait

                                                                  ... I snap / the windmill hums ... songs of a distant spring







The photograph is mine.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

In Pale Light


                                             ...  in pale light we pore over manuscripts / notebooks
                                            
                        ... searching for the honest word / monks bent in prayer







Painting by Rembrandt

Monday, December 8, 2014

Sunrise in the Sierra Nevada


                             ... sunrise in the Sierra Nevada / mist on the slopes

          ... you still sleeping, Gary Snyder?

                                                              ... come, take away this dismay / help me feed these horses







Photograph by Charles M. Phillips

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Flying


                 ... flying down Route 66 in your Pontiac Parisienne

                                                            ... Ray Charles on the radio / sunrise glinting off the wheel






Thursday, December 4, 2014

All Day Long

                         all day long the milky way rolling through infinity
                         the
                         little
                         dust
                         of
                         life
                         falling
                         at
                         our
                         feet










As featured on Minnesota public radio KAXE:  http://www.kaxe.org/Audiobox/Beat/KAXE_Beat_2015_09_25_TeresaEvangeline_AllDayLong.mp3

Photograph by Roberto Bertero

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

In the Southwest Corner

 
           
                    ... in the southwest corner of the library

                                                                                           ... light falling through tall windows

                               ... I inhale the scent of old worlds / nothing else will ever do





Tuesday, December 2, 2014

On a Rocky Ledge


                 ... on a rocky ledge above the river

                                                                            ... lightning shatters black sky
      

                            ... I awake to your voice ... a poem bittersweet                                                                                                        
                                                                                                         .......... we drift into morning






Saturday, November 29, 2014

Wrong Turn


                                          ... a wrong turn down a forest road
 on an unfamiliar night

                   ... until the lights of some small town

                                                                       ... lost like me / at the edge of a long ago summer 






The photograph is mine.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Nothing Left


                       ... nothing left between us / but these few million stars





Photograph by Bob King

Friday, November 21, 2014

Morning Climbs


                                            morning
                                            climbs
                                            the
                                            birch
                                            trees

                                            my
                                            coffee
                                            grows
                                            cold







Monday, November 17, 2014

The Red Canoe


                                        surrendering

                                        I put away my garden tools

                                        see the neighbor walking towards his shed

                                        snow falling on the red canoe

                                        balanced on his head







Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Sandals


                                           the sandals I left
                                           
                                           in the backseat of your car ...


                                           why can't I let go







Photograph: Gabriela Tulian

Monday, November 10, 2014

In the Mist


                                     ... at the elbow of the river

                                                                                   ... swans rise in the mist 

                                                   ... time widens







Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Across the Frozen River


                                                                ... across the frozen river

                                 ... coyotes summon the moon

                                                                                        ... under the porch light the dog listens




Painting by Katherine Bowling

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Two Ruffed Grouse


                           ... two ruffed grouse lived in my meadow

                                                                                               ... all that's left ... pieces of their wings

             ... I kneel beside them

                                                    ... that's too many / too many broken things





Image by John Audubon

Monday, October 20, 2014

This Morning



                                          this morning

                                          I remembered your voice and


                                          for a while was lost








The photograph is mine.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

You Call To Tell Me


                                                              ... you call to tell me 

                       ... the peach tree has split in half

                                                                                            ... deer have eaten the ripened fruit
                           
                                             ... this distance between us






Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The Road to Green Lake


                                         ... the road to green lake

                ... the curve the rock

                                                                                  ... where you carved our names sadness sits

                                  ... a hard unmovable stone







Friday, October 10, 2014

Family Farm

                                                                                                               
                                                        another fall


                                                        we sleep in an upstairs bedroom

                                                        on  your family's abandoned farm


                                                        your uncle's car in the driveway

                                                        bringing chili, cornbread, and gin






Thursday, October 9, 2014

Autumn


                                        ... autumn

                            ... inside the deer's skull

                                             ... a bird's empty nest

                                                                      
                                                                    



Painting by Andrea Kowch

Friday, October 3, 2014

Scavenging Summer


                                                                          ... haying done
                       
                                            ... crows in the field
                                                                                           ... scavenging summer



Saturday, September 27, 2014

The World In a Turtle Shell


                         ... as leaves push against the screen door

                                                                                         ... my Lakota grandmother appears

           ... it's yours now she says

                                                     ... hands me the world in a turtle shell






Thursday, September 25, 2014

Floating Above Eight Strings


                       String Theory:

                              ... two a.m. / playing that song on the mandolin (even the word a cliche)

                       ... floating above eight strings ... begging for solid ground    






Painting by Alexander Volkov

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Sounds I'd Miss


                ... sounds the world could do without but I'd miss them:

                                                     ... a kitchen radio playing low 

                                                     ... a phone ringing at the end of a hall

                                                     ... tires in the driveway







Monday, September 15, 2014

Van Gogh Eyes


               ... december nineteen hundred and ninety six

                                                                            ... he sits on the kitchen counter

                                 ... van gogh eyes / beard the color of autumn


                                                                                               ... pours me another glass of rosanne cash






Friday, September 12, 2014

Sifting Through the Ruins


                 ... sifting through the ruins / mapping sunlight through the trees






The photograph is mine.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

On the Top Step


                                       ... on the top step of the fire tower we carve our initials

                  ... our last day in the red canoe




Friday, September 5, 2014

White Sheer Curtains


                     ... hearts seared by white sheer curtains

                                                                                                 ... the honeyed light of summer's end

                                                                           





Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Autumn Arrives

                                                                                               
                        ... autumn arrives with a flask of whiskey 

                                                                           ... suitcase full of damp leaves / late falling apples

                                     ... Great Aunt Stella ... drunk on sunlight






The photograph is mine.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Afternoon Nap



                             ... in butterfly shade I rest                                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                   ... September in the mountains                                                                
                                                                 



Photograph by Jeff Barron

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Carved From Stone


                     ... when weapons were carved from stone ... every death tinged with obsidian






The photograph is mine.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Balcony


           ... on a late night balcony ... you trace the great bear above us

                          ... and I the small spiderweb tattooed on your back ... my unchanging constellations







Painting by Joan Miro, "Constellation: Before the Rainbow"

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Riverplace


                          ... riverplace / by the window

                                                                              ... you with an amber ale / me with my constant fear

 ... will you swallow me whole

                                           ... or in bits and pieces ....... til I disappear






Friday, August 22, 2014

The Empty Bed


                ... two a.m. / shadows on the road /... full moon on an empty bed 


                                                                                           

                                                                                                   

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Ghost Letters: #1


I've been thinking about that summer, your last summer. We were sitting under a tree at the tea house on Canyon Road admiring the glass infuser in which the tea was resting, talking about ghosts, history, the new artist you'd brought into the gallery, your plans for me in that old adobe house filled with paintings, and shadows on the wall. We knew you were leaving this world and you wanted to make things good for me before you left. It was a good plan.

But, the house proved too dark, the ghosts too real.

Now, it's summer again. You've been gone nine years. I'm back in Minnesota sipping my morning tea, watching shadows on the lawn ... yellow and green, light and dark. In the distance, a gleam of red from the old coffee can that's now a birdhouse. Inside, a mother wren caring for her babies.







Painting, "Healing Tea," by Cynthia Rowland: http://rowlandart-science.com/

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Snowfield


                                                         ... snowfield in the high uintas

             ... where blue meets white / cold words

                                                                                                        ... we cross the great divide in silence





Monday, August 11, 2014

Over the Next Rise


                                           the days long / our attention spans short
  
                                           we walked in the woods my sister and I 

                                           searching for the perfect place to build a fort

                                           ..... a little further down the path

                                           in that grove of sunlit trees ..... just over the next rise








Painting, "Path Through Woods,"" by Dorothy Kunemunde: http://kunemund-paintings.com/

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Washtub Summers


                                               ... filled with water from the well metal washtubs on green grass
                                                                                    
    ... we screamed because we could

                             ... hand me down bathing suits billowing with summer






Friday, August 8, 2014

Rumble Strips


                                      ... windows open to the night / tree frogs calling for mates

       ... I drift in and out of sleep

                                                           ... out on the highway a truck crosses over the rumble strips








Thursday, August 7, 2014

A Pitcher of Rainwater


                                                                   ... at the end of the path a crescent moon
                                                                                              
                               ... a pitcher of rainwater

                                                           ... blue stars in a tin pan
   




Image by Alphonse Mucha  (1860 - 1939)

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Winter Dream #8

                        winter dream #8:

                                                     ... blackberry brambles

                           ... a lock of hair on barbed wire

                                                                ... in the snow along the fence line my footprints disappear







Painting, "Through the Snow," by Dan Schultz

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Brown Buick


                                   ... at the lake / summer of fifty nine

                                                                                        ... mother snapping beans with Aunt Lorna
               
            ... lying in the sand next to her brown Buick / the perfect arrowhead

                                                ........ my sister saw it first                                             





Wednesday, July 23, 2014

At Prout's Neck


                                          ... standing on rocks at Prout's Neck

          ... we watch the long horizon 

                                                                                   .............. the shape our lives are meant to take





Watercolor by Winslow Homer

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Wild Geese


                           ... wild geese circle the field gathering stragglers

                                                                                     ... the old man stands at the mailbox

                                            ... wonders where everyone went







Monday, July 21, 2014

Running

                                        
                        ... running from my bare cupboard life I drive through the wide Nebraska night 

        pull off the highway to cry ...

                                                     on the radio ... Mr. Bojangles in worn out shoes






Photograph by Paul Vlachos