GOLDIE
Phyllis Stowell2018-07-25T11:05:07-07:00I am already on my knees. It is the best way to dig weeds out of dry garden soil. Sweat coils down my neck. My tongue plays with grit between [...]
I am already on my knees. It is the best way to dig weeds out of dry garden soil. Sweat coils down my neck. My tongue plays with grit between [...]
How to begin but at the end after rising too early roaming the house replacing whatever in dreamtime was displaced an empty water glass a book splayed open on its [...]
Mary mother of James Salome and Mary Magdalene looking down into the chamber where the body had lain saw two angels or one whose countenance was like lightning or Magdalene [...]
On a sailboat adrift in fog at midnight no food no drink no matter absorbed in yet another calculus his thought not lost but entangled not feeling the endless rocking [...]
Her dream searching for her horse both fields empty How bereft her look bereft and burdened by question – how hold emptiness? How endure when mind disrupts instinctual rest and [...]
Asked to climb high risers up to Zapotec's pyramid plaza I opt for resting by Jaguar's stony paws Asked to stand in line an hour or two to view Oaxaca's [...]
Branches at the window, like someone told the apricot, speak to the house. We can be roused only by an energetic wind. Wind, earlier you came in intervals and I [...]
A fragment of day batters my brain with its broken maul Like a dream not body-born core-deep tolling calls worshipers at noon calling them home Unbelievably we trust what has [...]
I am the voice the city no longer hears the comings and goings that stir no dust I am the candle flame I did not ignite the moonless garden I [...]
Well Phyllis why no tears? What miscue steadies you? What prompts you to catch each moment at the crest? You ride it this great final wave a surfer loving the [...]