Golf townsand and spapines and pubscoddled traditions and legendsaround every corner My Grand-merealways spoke of azaleassparkles in her milky eyesand soft hands arounda pottery cup of chicory coffee another timeanother placeanother south This poem is a second one that I wrote for the photo, with the villanelle being shared on Tupelo Press’ website for thisContinue reading “Pinehurst”
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Cimmaron
End of the mountains, the end of the line.Dad used to say “the dead center of town.”The old bones resting here have done their time. Now they gaze out at the prairie, the fineendless grasses wave back. A man could drownin those mountains. He has to hold the line until it breaks, then hold onContinue reading “Cimmaron”
Fucus canaliculatus (pelvetia) – channel wrack, Dúlamán
Brave branches gracefullyattending the daily fluxmingling with the grassesthat dance atop the salty cliffs Hear your fronds singwhen you come up for air:gentle daughter,feed me in my time of needguide this travelerinto the beautiful shoesthat enliven my path The research for this last poem in my series based on Anna Atkins’ cyanotypes took me downContinue reading “Fucus canaliculatus (pelvetia) – channel wrack, Dúlamán”
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