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losing a mind, fall
from the rough center of a tree yellow wanders through green to the end of the branch like losing a mind until there is nothing, the poem where the mind stops blue in sun cold red brown trunk gives way … Continue reading
more than half the sky
Orange flames melt in midday sunto liquid yellow edges. They runthrough intervals of blue skyto straight green lines that fall like water with the grain of the universethey are drawn on, like wateron the face of rock so you’d swearit … Continue reading
many minds
Yellow crescent on gray stonebreaks the line where it fallsand the form of a poemcomes to mind – not the thingitself, but the thinkingof it, the coming to bewhere the eye of the mindand the eye of the worldmeet and … Continue reading
connecting flight, o’hare
An incandescent red jelly beanrolls to a stop, still point at the centerof my turning world, a hundred thousand feetpassing, voices hovering. Theydo not turn as one. A hundred thousand filter down:ten thousand paces, a thousand ways –a hundred millipedes … Continue reading
perching
As we take, in fact, a general view of the wonderful streamof our consciousness, what strikes us first is this differentpace of its parts. Like a bird’s life, it seems to be madeof an alternation of flights and perchings. William James, … Continue reading
fathom
Melissa Morphew’s Fathom inhabits a lush landscape where kudzu is more at home than tumbleweeds. It is a “southern” collection, written in language that softens sharp edges and wraps itself around everything that does not move. As anyone who has … Continue reading
gospel
Some old gospel song drones on and on about a place where there are no clouds, and my mind’s eye wanders off to a field of grain in drought desperate for rain. I think nothing would have slipped by unnoticed … Continue reading
no song
On this sacred plateau, prayerflags flutter plastic mantrasin wind off distant mountainsbeside crystal paths of glass broken in passing. Beyonda circle of sprinklers, lightshatters on the prism of theseplains into a spectrum of brown that ends in yellow grassbleached white. … Continue reading
a thought of a cloud
Nothing subtle in this wind willingwinter south with battalionsof tumbleweeds. What is not rootedmoves, what is bends with it. Tallprairie grass ripples two shades of ocherbleached to whitecaps in this sun underunbroken blue sky. Every sign of motionis at ground … Continue reading
summertime
A moment ago I wasamazed by an explosionof squill purple on snow. Nowred leaves mass underfoot, and Summertime onthe Post Office radioblows like memorythrough a fading saxophone while we joke about mailingourselves to California. The pianois ice, and you can … Continue reading