If you haven’t stopped by Art & Document recently, I hope you will. A longer essay of mine has been published there. Chief Joseph’s War Shirt showed up in town, and the essay takes you there. Many thanks, Tim! Click here to read “Energy Fields.”
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white ink on black paper
we are buried by snow
one kind word warms
three winter months
he is savior
I am choose
hand against the window pane
testing for the sun
if a keyboard
had more octaves
—breath against the frost—
we could know the falling sound
of a dying star.
That is the saddest, most beautifully tender essay. Your soul is all over your words. I well up inside whenever I think of Chief Joseph or read any of his words. You have honored him immensely and I hope in some mystical way, given him peace.
Didn’t I like this already? Wha???!
This is a wonderful essay. I love the poem in it also, and the mix of poetry and prose, so beautifully done.
rose- thank you! things exist even when we don’t hear them. so, how to add a few more keys to our keyboard? what helps? poetry. art. animals (some, maybe not lions and tigers and bears . . .). photography.