This is how it begins – Flip lip lip-lip-tiptip-CHIDIP. Intensify with vocal chords that sweeten the ears of that choosy ground nester and a woman with binoculars around her neck. He perches on top of the world – a little distant but close enough to hear and see and amaze the jack pines that surroundContinue reading “Saving the Kirtland”
Monthly Archives: June 2017
Blue
My blue is mute. It sends anonymous postcards through shivering knees, hoarse lips. Fancies whimsical parade this showcase. Only depth perception acknowledges its existence.
Water
It is 60 percent of everything. Living that is. Each molecule needs it, breathes it, dies without it. What comes easily is taken for granted. The sun rising, the moon setting, the earth spinning. My clothes are clean. This machine turns and scrubs and toils so I don’t have to. Not so for the nativeContinue reading “Water”
This nation of immigrants
In the hallowed halls of Washington the quintessential American traitor once was called. That little war with Spain based on lies about the Maine – no Twain did not approve. Aliens and sedition – we all from this unceasing law each immigrant from old clobbered were yes – by freedom’s bell. the Irish from aContinue reading “This nation of immigrants”
Make him go away
Make him go away! This deep blue mourning drags down the lids of these frozen eyes. Sweep it under – gone like the geese of fall no more to fly – arrow formation. Take my roses for your own – steal them leave the thorns be – hind to sweat my blood. Red river rushingContinue reading “Make him go away”
Anne's mediocre poetry 