A Day at the Anthropology Museum

Maple land, Angel wings littered at the feet, Diaspora feathers from earth worn people, Intoned language, Inflected at odds, Hearing scorn in laughter, love, War in celebration, joy, Uninitiated, listening, Symbols vocalized, Raised in greeting, Raised in anger, Beaten on drums, On faces, Skin stretched, Tight enough to rip the wings off. 7-19-2019


Plumules outweigh Whispers, Tucked softly under chin, Warmly cloistered near the skin, Seeping into mind, Heart. Rumors, A mote, Floats, On a sunlight spear, Slips inside unwary ear, Amplified, Echoed lip to lip, Rolls down, Gains mass, Until transcending All the gas, Metamorphs, Into divorce, Or worse, A dagger tip, Beneath the rib. 4/2018


Walk between the lines, Quiet a century and a half, Except for whispers through a foggy shroud, Below squirrel teeth on hickory nut, Quieter than browsing deer, The echo of shot, Rebel yell, cannon, Rebound off stone sentinels. - Any summer-day family picnic, White cloth laid on blood-soaked earth, Children raise stick guns To fire … Continue reading Chickamauga