Tag Archives: Lee Cole

You’ve Been to this Place Before

You’ve been to this place before where the poems don’t work anymore. It’s desolate and empty, hidden in the tangle of the forest, weeds and trees grow through the floor planks and grey gnarled trunks twist into the walls. Go … Continue reading

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Opaque

The gnarled branches you can feel, you can run your fingers along the bark of the elm and the paper birch, and you can climb over fallen trees and then softly on the snow, across many hills, with the forest … Continue reading

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The Eye of the Sun

Again the night is dissolved With ancient joy, the spirit reemerged In a quiet mist of mornings resolved. I walk out between the white pines and hissing birch To smell the clean wind and taste the musty odor Of decaying … Continue reading

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Song for a Meth Addict, near Hazard, Perry County, Kentucky

In the bitter mountains where the iron ore’s concealed by heaps of limestone, where coal slag runs murky in the veins and the knob lands rise into furrows and ridges, Carrie died, died like it was simple in her trailer … Continue reading

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