the wind before storm
rushes over the campground
ruffling canopy, prickling raindrops, billowing tarp
tatters of cloud, holes full of sunlight
a whirlwind of dust crosses the road
the aspen canopy whispers
to grassy marsh meadows
where hushed leaves brush
the bones of dead trees
on the trail with our wolf dog,
who’s hot on the scent
muscles are tense, ready to sprint
released, she’s gone
trailing a […]
Filed under: Kathie Sutherland by akublik Date 10 November, 2008
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she created beauty
in strife, aftermath
of genocide, she
escaped but the
heart does not cease
to know the lament
of the forefathers
and foremothers
of the old country
at eleven she made
paper roses, and
sold them in Cambridge, Mass
brought the reapings
to her family
at seventy-three, the year
before her death, she still
was bringing flowers to life
after my father died -
nothing could stop her
arranging living petals
into modern […]
Filed under: Celeste Snowber by akublik Date 6 November, 2008
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You said you’d sold your car:
It was no longer reliable.
You’ve bought a new one,
Which suits you perfectly.
Your voice was full of joy.
You were excited.
I said it was good news
And asked about the old car.
It was returned to the dealer.
Good riddance, you said.
Soon you’ll show me
Your new beautiful toy.
I know it is gorgeous, however
I […]
Filed under: Farida Samerkhanova by akublik Date 3 November, 2008
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