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Tag Archives: Taylor Graham
A small boy disappears in the woods. Surely the poet’s not responsible – the boy in this poem isn’t even real. Surely a poet’s not responsible if the boy’s never seen alive again. Think of it as metaphor if he’s … Continue reading
I was the gray squirrel limb-leaping oak to power line, zapped, fried as our lights went out and the new lamb lifted high beyond herself in the great horned owl talons. I was woodpecker snapped mid- flight, crimson crowned, white … Continue reading
It seems we traveled years to get there. You rented the canoe. I assembled packs and provisions. Your ex put your kids on a plane. Could your son become my buddy? What would your little girl say? Canoe lashed to … Continue reading
Path of metal towers: the only way through these chaparral- jungle hills, coyote bush past its blossom, winter faking spring. Electric howl of power lines from crest to crest across rabbit-swale. What message in the wires? A girl’s entire face … Continue reading
If ever there was a day for this, it’s Christmas Eve in the morning. People rushing last-minute everything. I’m shopping, too, with my dog in harness. Her list is short: find Fred. Among the scents of all these people, she’s … Continue reading
Sundown, the opposite ridge is tarnished gold; canyon deeps already dark. A bat zigzags away on its night hunt. Years ago I cut this trail through manzanita. Simplistic thoughts of ownership: my ridgetop overlooking dendritic mazes of canyon cutting its … Continue reading