Another to Laura
By Tom Odegard
In your office…
how you’ve bloomed
into a Tao of orchids
putting up a budded stick
In your office…
how you’ve bloomed
into a Tao of orchids
putting up a budded stick
by Monica Woelfel
Rock Wall
His hands, mine, grip, our backs bend, arms lift stone and carry. Gnats come close, linger, bite. Knees bend, ache. Can this be who we are together best – two people building a wall of rocks in the woods, arguing over what constitutes a straight line? Our conversation flags and wakes. The [...]
They have no mercy
as they step in their high-heeled party shoes
into the meadow.
Dark-furred lips gather with expert care
The chest is ajar after the lesson.
Now, alone with the body,
she reaches down and picks up the liver,
as solid as a loaf of rye bread.
This round, the scissors you could crush
lie elsewhere. The sky flexes, blue.
We’re face to face, palms extended. A hush
descends: paper covers rock. True,