Friday, May 30, 2014

Wildflower


                                           ... winter / driving by the agora / wildflower on the radio
                                    
              ... I danced with you to that song / new year's eve nineteen seventy three
                                    
                                                                       ... a world you left long ago ... how is it you’re still here?





Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Dakota Farmhouse

                                                 ... dakota farmhouse

                                                                            ... hard clouds over wheat soft fields

                                                        ... summer holds its breath





Thursday, May 22, 2014

Our Second Date


                                      ... on our second date / he showed me his tractor stored in his barn

               ... looking like it just crawled out of the dust bowl

                                                                            ... he knew the way to my heart





Photograph by Shaun Fisher

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Sitting Bull At Dusk


                            ... we knew he wasn't buried there / we brought our offering anyway

       ... carved stone from the black hills

                                                       ... at dusk // up and down the river ............ strong hearts beating





Thursday, May 15, 2014

Light Gathering


                     ... a bird flew against my window
      
                                                     ... cradled in my palm / he opened his beak ... drew his last breath

                               ... a small sound ... like light gathering





Sunday, May 11, 2014

First Grade

                           ... first grade / his desk across from mine

                                                              ... inside a slender box of light / new pencils made of gold 

                                ... I knew what covet meant




The photograph is mine.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

The Voyage


                      ... fifty three years into the voyage / still mapping their way past loneliness 





Thursday, May 8, 2014

Red Winged Blackbird

           
                           ... and in the early morning hours 

                                                                            ... my mother came to me and said

             ... it will be okay dear girl
                                  
                                                ... the red winged blackbird has returned to the river






Sunday, May 4, 2014

The Scent of Sunlight

                       ... bed sheets on the clothesline

                                                                 ... tonight I sleep with the scent of sunlight

                                        ... my mother on washday

                                                                                          ... the back porch when I was five





Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Change

 
                                        ... in the grocery store parking lot / listening to the rain

                 ... Sam Cooke on the radio

                                           ... singing about a tent by a river / change ... that never seems to come





Monday, April 28, 2014

August Nights

           
                                                  ... sneaking out a window where the horses wait 

                                                                                                          ... bridles jingling in dark grass

                           ... blue moon on a dirt road 

                                                         ... the slow ache of an August night






Photograph by Josef Bartuska  (1898-1963)

Sunday, April 27, 2014

One Last Dusting


                              ... beneath one last dusting of snow

                                                                                      ... a wild tangle whispering in the cosmos

                  ... longing for the unruliness of late july








The photograph is mine.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Black Bear Wakes

        
                                                                  ... black bear wakes
                                                   
                                          ... I lie still / listen

                                                                        ... all around the cabin tender ferns rise

                                                       



Photograph by Dorian Stretton

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

In Copper Sunlight

     
                 ... in the little cemetery where we once exchanged vows 

                                           ... Whitman's words / pressed in copper sunlight / still hang in the oak tree

        
                                                               
                                              



Sunday, April 13, 2014

At the Boneyard

  
                 ... on Madeline Island we linger at the boneyard 

                             ... a broken lamb / a tilting cross / a little house with window to let the spirit roam
  
     ... among layers of dead leaves ... one stone / the Chippewa

                                                                                                 .......... rain falls on the ferry home




Photograph by Tony Sweet

Saturday, April 12, 2014

From the Train Window


                                ... watching from the train window

                                                                         ... face pressed against the cool pane of forgetting






Thursday, April 10, 2014

New Arrivals


                                        ... in the snow covered pasture

                        ... spring calves are born

                                                                 ... sandhill cranes announce the new arrivals






Photograph courtesy of Kim Fritzemeier.
http://kimscountyline.blogspot.com/2014/03/flat-aggie-plays-hide-and-seek.html

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Spring Arrives


                         ... in the marsh / spring arrives

                                                                              ... wearing a coat of red winged blackbirds






Painting by Andrea Kowch

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Blue Water


                                                    ... when too much evening

                         ... turns into too much morning

                                                                                       ... rowboat on blue water





Monday, April 7, 2014

From the Hill

         
                                             ... from the hill above my grandfather's lonely farm
            
                    ... I watch the train pass by
                                               
                                                    ... dream of the flickering sun through an open box car door





Photograph by Edward Steichen

Sunday, April 6, 2014

The Seashell


                 ... at the back of my mother's closet / the life she almost had

                                                            ... black sweater / guitar / a suitcase filled with photographs

                                   ... on her sewing stand / a seashell 





Photograph by Josef Sudek

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Winter Dream #7


                                   ... winter dream #7: 

                                                             ... in bright sunlight / my sister wears a yoke of flowers

                  ... on each side / pink impatiens

                                             ... she leans into her task / bears the weight of beauty






My reading of this poem as featured on public radio:https://beta.prx.org/stories/143612

The photograph is mine.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

The River


                          ... river / ... take me where you will ... I know nothing






Photograph by Montucky: montucky.wordpress.com

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Water's Edge


                          ... wanting to get eye to eye with a lady's slipper

       ... we lay beneath the cedar at water's edge

                                                           ... my mouth on damp moss made promises I couldn't keep






Photograph by Montucky: montucky.wordpress.com

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Winter Dream #5

                                                    ... winter dream #5:

                                                                                  ... a backwoods bar / deep snow

                                       ... ex lovers in dimly lit windows

                                                                        ... the bear that follows me walks the road






Sunday, March 30, 2014

Going Deeper


                                     ... slipping under water / no sight / no sound

             ... with her last breath she went deeper

                                                            ... surfaced into sunlight

                                                                                                        ... walked on solid ground






Image: Jarek Kubicki

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Somewhere Outside Russellville

                     
                        ... empty windows / empty doorway

                                                                                          ... grey boards // broken

                                ... along the stone foundation

                                                                              ... daffodils in snow





Friday, March 28, 2014

Among the Ruins

 

 ... only a small fire remains / warmth against a desert night

                  ... I sleep among the ruins 
                                                            
                                                          ... one crow watching






The photograph, taken at Chaco Canyon, New Mexico, is mine.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

High Mountain Wildflowers



                      ... in her sweet dark voice he hears it

                                                                        ... the sweeping familiarity of his own undoing

             ... honey from high mountain wildflowers

                                                                  ... moonlight on her tongue 





Photograph by Antonio Curnetta

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Smooth Stones


                    ... afterwards I lay in the river / fingers on smooth stones

                                                         ... watching from the bank / your eyes wondered if I'd stay

                                  ... I couldn't ... I'm sorry