Close

too close

remember
the Ax-man
does his number
splitting dreams

remember
life in Antarctica
the sun
splitting
down

on unaccommodated woman
cold but serene
in the eye of the storm

now

blankets
sheets
voices
skin

this Sunday in April
nudges forward
on streets
narrow and

dangerous

he lights a fire
and in it
wood animals burn

and by it
like birds
we preen our wings

each feather
alive
in the heat

 

 

Image Credits: Ellen Gabehart

Celebration Chapper

Celebration Chapper has one book of poetry, Thinking it Over, published in 1992.

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  • December 27, 2017 at 4:24 pm
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    So glad to see this piece here. Beautiful ‘…each feather/ alive/ in the heat’

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