Tag Archives: Taylor Graham

Into Blue Sky

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

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Ontology

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

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Coming into the Country

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

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Transmission

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

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Shopping

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

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The Stone

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

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Reservoir Street

This one-way alley behind Main Street has no illusions of level; it bucks over stony humps and dodges mountain ribs. Here’s an adit that gave up its journey into bedrock a long time ago. It dead-ends where someone stashed a … Continue reading

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