Friday, January 16, 2015

The Mitten Box


                           ... from the comfort of the mitten box / behind the wood cookstove ... I watch

     ... the deer lying dead on the kitchen floor


                                                                                               ..... the rest of the winter to go






Painting, "Night Flight, by Terry Redlin

6 comments:

  1. i wonder is it a little mouse in the mitten box

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    1. It was me, very young and quiet as a mouse, but a vivid memory. My father did what he had to do to provide food for his family.

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  2. A domestic tableau that parallels memories of my childhood too. We ate a lot of duck, chicken and pork. Only the dog, cats and horse got to have names --oh, and us.

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    1. I understand ... :)
      Mashed potatoes, unfortunately, are still my comfort food.

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  3. An intense memory of life at its fullest. Survival heightens our senses, emotions, and observations like no luxury ever could. I still choose to live this way. And yes, in some form, it is poetic.

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