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Apples & Crows was published in Spring of 2023. The publisher, Kelsay Books in Utah, did a great job creating a book that is both beautiful and fun to read. The poems in this collection were created over a period of roughly eight to ten years. The book is divided into three sections: love poems from confused.net; Chasing an Essence; and Compass without a Rose. Most of these poems are lyrical, painting and telling their stories through a series of images that challenge the reader to "see" what is going on in the poems like tiny movies or vignettes. The selections below are plucked from each of the sections of the book. Apples & Crows is available from kelsaybooks.com or from Amazon under my author name.
A WORLD ANNOUNCES AFFECTION
IN DECEMBER'S SNOW AND FOG
Locomotives
In the guise of oxen
Enter the village with humility,
Heads down, sweaty
From chugging up the street,
Hauling the resurrection
Bells to the chapel.
Lowing, gospel sounds
Drift like incense
Among the faithful
Wrapped
In frost-crusted robes.
*
Mistaking song
For sorrow and longing
For notes of spring,
Your dearest secret
Calls out to me
Over snow-laden
Hills at sunset,
Reveals its pining
Location:
Not a map, but a flame.
*
Practicing caress, reaching
Tiny hands to fence rails,
Windowsills and fingers
Of the spruce, falling snow
Attains love's earthly shape
Through touch, consecration, embrace.
(published first in Painted Bride Quarterly, Winter, 2022)
FOLLOWING LOVE
I am tired of being a roach of a man
Left in the dust of love,
Under the thumb of
Guilt and co-dependence,
Crawling these empy rooms
Draped with shadows and breathing
Cupped in the hollows of my ear.
I am tired of my ears, the sound of dreams,
Wires struck with stones,
My tinnitus, a nubile violinist
Strolling canals beneath my brain.
How delicious it would be
To stop the ringing
With meat.
*
Without reason the daylight rests
Its engine under the idle sun
And warmth of the road home.
Breezes brush the wheat in waves
And dance over one hundred acres.
They nudge me along
To the shade beneath a tree
Where love's a blessing to the mind
Overheated with crows
And terrorists.
*
I don't want to go on as Stick Man
With a job and lots of money,
Worthless in the sight of love,
Which would have me
Stroll among panthers in this town
Freely,
With the shining eyes
Of Superman,
My hair on fire,
Spears of grass flying up
From canyons
Between my toes.
*
Why be an inheritor of anything,
Love, except your volcano
And its eruptions,
Lips overflowing.
I raise my chorus of thoughts
In praise, my face an open mouth.
I heft Love's bass drum to my chest
And begin marching.
(published first in Red Savina Review, Fall, 2016)
CHASING AN ESSENCE
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SPRING IN HER BONES
Cool as Lucinda
And her cousin
Bill, roaming the hallways
Naked
Killing spiders
Iris, the heroine
Opened her purple eyes:
I've got the world
By the armpits
She murmured...
And I want to dance.
Light the orchards
With blossoms
And hearts of cardinals.
Bring that Lazarus boy
To me. I have
Some questions
And a jar of my finest
Spring wine. I can't wait
To hear his story.
(published first in Soundings East, V.40, 2018)
SHORTSTOP ANGEL
From the stillness of his heart
He snags the hot ones blasted
Up the middle. Aligned with bags
And stars, his bliss in backhand stabs
And mid-air twists to throw
Are framed as fundamentals.
Following the hitter's eyes
He matches strides to swings
Knowing the orb's path
Before it launches.
He thrives on gaming,
Mind prayerful
And light as snow. Skilled
In the language of leather
He translates objects and rules
Into movements, executions
Swift and sudden. From the shade
Beneath his ball cap, his eyes
Vibrate and shine. His souls
Whisper "Believe,"
When his mitt fist swipes
The tag across my jaw.
(published first in Baseball Bard, www.basebalbard.com, 2016)
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