crane flocks – weapons standing / at ease
2
open door / by the whirlwind of leaves / mom calls them children
3
military trenches – a whiff of hot apple pie / from across the border
4
war echoes – baby’s first walk / through the wild mint
5
ticklish times – mending lady liberty / with sticky tape 6 burnt orchard / flying starlings scatter / cherry pits 7 hatching eggs / caught in the crossfire / the mother bird |
Jodie Hawthorne
King River Press - owner, publisher, editor
leafless trees -
mom's shadow shivers
hanging by the cane
The scent of shadows
How fragrant is the cemetery fence! Long ago, mother wove it with climbing flowers. It’s not very relaxing to live nearby. Every day, the bell reminds you about death. Sometimes, the gravediggers laugh and no matter what your mood is, a thought always flies over this fence. But children don’t feel like this, they tell each other stories by the roadside to while away the time until mom will come home again. To them, death is a honeysuckle-scented garden.
mother’s portrait –
ink is running down
the right eye
GPS failure –
on their well known way
the man, the tree
*
one robot, two, three...
the scent of spring,
ever more wasted
*
man in the woods –
the stag roar vanishing
in its own echo
