Leaving New Mexico
Linda Bentley left her lover
in New Mexico.
Category / Poetry
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The days had grown shorter,
The dusk deepened
And we’d been called once,
Maybe twice, to return home.
Some went but enough of us
Accidental Bird-Watcher
I have no idea what species you belong to
or what name your mate cries out.
You fly a perfect loop, a ferris wheel
against blue sky. Scraps of white
cloud listen for the music of your flight. Again
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We go walking at night naming trees
after relatives who died when we were little
till you name one Johnny Cash which infuriates me
because I thought we were being true and I yell,
You liar! You put out your cigarette
Word Wisdom: Other English Idioms
No ass without passion
No art without startle
No belief without a lie
No business without sin
No charm without an arm
The Mastery of Light
Light allowed in
through a dormer window.
Its insistence of radiance
fills the corner of the room,
back wall, stiff wimple.
Mugabe to Seize White-Owned Farms
During break in school, all of us
from grade four cluttered
around the monkey-gland
tree—its gnarled limbs
stretched out flowerless,
Pastoral
The cows I drive past used to be white on brown,
now just brown on brown like a ruined painting.
You have to die, I tell them in my head. You
(From the Autobiography of Malcolm X)
In their eyesight we were just things:
a Welfare check,
tomatoes,
white rabbits in a trap,
a big pot of dandelion greens,
Elegy
A child of eight remembers the first visit,
the narrow rutted road, dust swirling behind
the gray sedan. Around a bend,
wild roses and balsamroot
climb a wrought-iron gate.