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