2021 Local Reads
For the last couple of years, I’ve written a post about the books I’ve read from local authors during the previous year. Oftentimes, I post photos on social media when I’m reading the book and I’ll leave a review for...
Tagged: Sheryl Lain
Guest Poem: Sentences Make Sense
Sentences Make Sense Sentence–one unit of thought after another lining up across the page in the book I’m reading at 3:00 a.m. The doctor sees a black dot, macular degeneration, beginning in the middle of my left retina, a black...
Guest Poem: Heliotropism
Heliotropism Yesterday I drove by fields of sunflowers, their happy faces tracking the constant sun. All day, the stems, the east-facing halves, grow and lengthen, bending their flower heads in time with the westward-moving light. All night, their west sides...
Guest Poem: Last Breath
Last Breath The elephant stands planted on tree trunk legs, patient. She waits, still, except for sweeping lashes and running tears. The gray mound on the ground nearby — breaths like afterthoughts– returns to the earth that cradles him....
Guest Poem: Temptation
Temptation The coyotes yip and sing the starless night alive. They are out in the unseen field somewhere, a safe distance from the yard light. Their leashed cousin pricks his ears, tugs against the arm of domesticity holding him in...
