Wednesday, February 16, 2011

River of Stones Submission

The January River of Stones project is soliciting pieces for inclusion in a book they are publishing.  I know.  How cool.  So, here are the ones that I sent for consideration regurgitated for you.  Thanks to everyone for their feedback.  Special thanks to the ladies in my small group at WWfaC.  You guys are da bomb!



The skin 
remembers 
long after the mind 
forgets.

My childhood 
was carefully 
bordered in 
yellow angles
with a
high gloss
shine.


Lake ice,
window of the 
water house below.

Hold a piece up 
in front of the sun
it becomes my window too.


Small Stone #17
Small sliding steps
tentative
listening for any 
groan or creak 
that means 
breaking through.


Small Stone #18
Like the ivory 
white dominoes 
of my childhood
they fall

singly

or
in
groups

And I wonder when all 
my fears are toppled,
what will remain?


Small Stone #28
The dove startled 
from its slumber
in the pine tree
by the light
flies blindly
into the window
again and again.


There is an art
to true listening
that makes me
feel lovingly held.

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