When the shark of Wall Street scratches for sparrow blood you know that you are living in a freaky Stepford world, with requisite manikin wives and all those lily-white pearls. The treatment of mother earth like a childhood piggy bank leaves nothing but hermit crab shells in humanity’s wake. The word magic that he usesContinue reading “Red red cardinal”
Category Archives: Environment
Loons
This Michigan migrant sets up house in the most remote of places – no longer common in the land of a developer’s dream. A pair will stake their territory, warding off interlopers with yodels and tremolos. The eerie call of nature is necessary if they are to ensure enough food and security for the youngContinue reading “Loons”
Requiem redux
At the steps of Washington they stood- the people. I was with them, nothing but a marionette life in this sweet land. Instead of a preface Can you describe this? Yes I can* If in the distant future this aunt still resides in the mitten shaped from ice – if she is still here andContinue reading “Requiem redux”
Water stories : an octet
1. My grandfather slipped into silence for several days at a time. It was a family thing, you see, my grandmother and her sons accepted water from a stranger – he meant no harm. Brother Harry from diphtheria went to a grave in Wyandotte’s ground. Willy he never knew nor do I know of hisContinue reading “Water stories : an octet”
Saving the Kirtland
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”
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”
Beloved
My life these days is lived in the fog of a visit to mom. We sit at lunch, lost in 90 years of forgetting. I caress her with sweet nothings to bring a smile that I can lose myself in. I want to lose myself in this forgetting. To remember is to think of deathContinue reading “Beloved”
Shapeshifters
They slip in and out- the words we use baked in a confection that cloys ah- how we understand and misconstrue- the life of a frog. He leaps past shadows worn grimly- the cloak of atrazine worn on our grandmothers’ scars leading to malformation and death. Unending, yes eternal this passage into darkness avoiding resonanceContinue reading “Shapeshifters”
Frost
The line in my garden is September box elder ant make the final push tomatoes turn red in paper bags The line in my garden is October chard kale spinach check tomatoes turn red in paper bags The line in my garden is November Cassandra beckons no one hears 11/16/2016
The birds
The first time I planted sage chicken was cooking on the grill- waiting. I add herbs to this garden of mine, a naturalist, I know I can make anything grow. A little water, a little mulch, a little background music. The soil is damp to my touch. I work it like clay. The background musicContinue reading “The birds”
Anne's mediocre poetry 