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Coyote

Coyote

Coyote could eat me in one snap, maybe two, okay four, but not more than ten, Friend crow, calls me, “Listen up, drifter, see the pale bristle at seven o’clock,” Twin marbles meeting mine, I am meat if the cad but dares, the sycamores will not tell, the summer children lay sleeping, until hunger wakes [...]

Backyard Picnic

Backyard Picnic

This is not how it happened; it was starkly different. Velvety green evening, luminous white damask tablecloth spread on the dark grass. This summer evening is a little cool, children run and laugh as they ferry chilled plates of salad and cold sliced meats out of the bright kitchen door. In the warm light spilling [...]

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

To everything but anguish the mind will soon adjust…Roger White   After a great wound no feeling comes A white hot pain settles upon you You stand in the fire of agony shivering “Forgive them Father, they know not what they do,” is a whispered voice, wrapped in cumulous clouds, Tributaries of feeling blocked, the [...]

In Autumn

In Autumn

Janie starts insisting that we need two cords of wood to get us through the winter. We have lived in our wood-heated house in Waitsfield, Vermont under the green foothills of Glen Ellen Mountain all spring, summer, and early fall awaiting the birth of Janie’s baby. We moved here together so I could help her [...]

May I…?

May I…?

May I Have This Last Dance, Mr. Banana Nose? I cannot remember not loathing Sunday school. And much of that loathing, more than likely, stemmed from the fact that I wasn’t a cool kid. I was as far from cool as a screaming tea kettle from a popsicle – a shy, socially awkward, irremediably klutzy, [...]

On Hold

On Hold

Phone rings 3:10 a.m. dad in hospital come now heart races little girl in white dress snaps to attention 3,000 miles last seat on flight feels different this time frail man in a chair my knees want to buckle hi dad I’m here Gerdie is that you? Yes, it’s me I feel him slipping away [...]

Keeping Sane, and Other Aspirations

Keeping Sane, and Other Aspirations

(Excerpt from a novel-in-progress) Although I am only eleven years old and one would think that young, blank canvas, nascent minds would be constantly in motion with new ideas, fun amusements, and creative endeavors, sometimes I need a mind-numbing pastime. Thank God for TV. It can’t get more anesthetizing than that (I’ll admit I had to [...]

Two Haiku for the Exes

Two Haiku for the Exes

Haiku for Spousal Support If you had made more, You could have bought me success. I should have more now.   Haiku for the Division of Community Property My financial plan: Make your money work for me So I don’t have to.       Copyright © 2004 Haiku by Peggy Sue Davis    

“Target”

“Target”

  Copyright © 2014 Book 2:  Alterations | Thread Light Through Eye of Storm by Gerda Govine ~~~ Gerda Govine Ituarte’s new publication, Oh, Where Is My Candle Hat?, is a handmade limited edition poetry art book written in English and Spanish with original artwork by Luis Ituarte (Poetry Art Book Station). She states that “writing poetry allows [...]

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro

At writing class at UCLA extension, I stare at figures on a table. A clay face figure on this table disturbs me. Its three clear blue eyes gaze out. “Who are we behind our eyes?” I used to ask that of Jeff when we hung out in the UCI cafeteria, Jeff, putting salt and  pepper [...]

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