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Tag Archives: Don Mager
The sky clears its mind of day-lit thoughts and opens wide to rush the moon in. Unapologetic cascades of noiseless light etch eaves and walls, in parallelograms on lawn after lawn, black and gray, and draw utility poles and their … Continue reading
Night crests and swells. Boney shadows thrash the street-lit pavement. Scurrying clouds loom then flatten as the moon tosses on ball-bouncing waves. While the shadows splash the window glass, vinyl siding creaks like bulkheads of old boats. Night is its … Continue reading
Clouds pile murky sponges, layered up, until, as they sink to the trees, their weight hides the sky. Parched and shriveled leaves dangle on thin claws. Weariness aches to let go. They long to fall. Clouds soak up all the … Continue reading
On kid leather pear leaves in facets of searing light, bleached sherbet washes of peach and lime gleam. Earth rolls up its wide edge to douse sun’s burst of lava. Across the high abandoned sky, bleached sherbet washes of pineapple … Continue reading
Sap delves down the safest roots to store itself, letting leaves sever grips that withstood hail and wind, and freeing late ruddy browns and yellows float on aimless drafts. For later use, it hides its squirreled nuts of memory like … Continue reading
for Marlowe Locked up in air’s glassy height and breadth, sunlight plays laser shows on the leaves. The still ones cling precariously to twigs and, like yellow eyes in a boy’s spilled bag of marbles, they sparkle. The trembling ones … Continue reading