i take a walk with Cleo
to the old neighborhood
that old world of
down the street
i recognize all the old houses
and the old smells
the house with the big nickel on the chimney
the one that smells like laundry
ours which used to be yellow
cars are buzzing down the Saw Mill Parkway to the left
and Cleo keeps tugging me wanting to go that way
but i keep us close to the inside circle
the one that winds its way back home
deciduous my lifeblood
evergreen my heart
fantasy
do you have any sunflowers?
i said
she opened the door to the greenhouse
do i have any sunflowers?
i could have wept
If you haven’t yet heard, Canthius issue 12 is available now and it includes a poem by me, called “grandmother clock,” along with other amazing writing and beautiful art by Jenny Zhang.
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yesterday morning
i could hear woodpeckers
but i couldn’t see them
there are rainbows in my heart
and my mind feels like glass
the wind’s high in the trees
sky is blue
there are early spring flowers coming up already in my hometown
a wee patch of snowdrops
buttercups
it’s not even valentine’s day yet
what happens when there is no winter?
does it not also mean that there is no spring, summer, or fall?
i am dancing at the edge
twinkle lights and lit christmas trees & garland
even porch lights and lamps look like
holiday lights suspended in this fog
green sage
stayed green all winter
against all odds
reminds me of
gratitude is healing
i’m trying to take my treatment
put myself outside
to get washed in the rain
driving to petrolia
hills trees coast fog
cleothedog 