I neglected to keep a good record of some of my publications and need them now in order to apply for a particular grant. I wrote Barnstorm Journal because I had difficulty using its search function and overnight received a kind note, an apology for the difficulty searching, and the url to my poem from 2013. So here it is! What a professional and generous editor, Charlotte Gross, an MFA student at New Hampshire University
Cousin Anne writes that the light that generally accompanies visitations has been seen at the Nighthawk cabin recently.
Midwinter sunset rolls out the red carpet for our mother
and midsummer dawn casts a gold path for our father
and the world they travel turns parallel to ours.
Transparent but visible, it overlays us,
think of 3-d lines in a comic book.
Lightly, they embody themselves here, now,
their hands like clear latex gloves sheathing my hands.
Now we are dunking a pinwheel cookie, family recipe,
in a chipped mug with reheated coffee
and when I get up to light the candles
my mother’s hands cover mine and she shows me how
how to hold the match and strike away,
how to smooth with our hand a white cloth
where we’ll lay our ritual winter feast.
Is it an accident or brilliantly witty that the rooftop at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Denver that is showing an exhibit of Drop City Founder Carl Richert’s geometric mystical paintings taking off from Buckminster Fuller designs has these plants outdoors? Thinking of starting a family based blog about synchronous events and twinning etc. open to all to contribute. Yes?