“You can’t love the beauty of a poem without the weight of its meaning.”This thought has stayed with me, because much like a poem, a tree too carries beauty on its surface and depth in its roots. Its shade is comforting, but its real strength lies beneath, in what nourishes, sustains, and silently holds the […]| Sun-Sea-Soil-Sky
I act like a train should be sleep and sleep should be easy but sleep is only on the far side of this conundrum, producing a world in which snowplows scoop up our lamplit remains after and push us into piles. I felt like asking you, do you own all the planets? Or are you … Continue reading Blue Persons by Emily Wittenhagen| Okay Donkey
bring me lord a herd of teeth big as buffalo to wrap around this apple. i ask so little, really—eight hours for sleep, eight hours outside, eight hours for what i will. what i will is water, mostly hot, to sit in til i’m decent. what i won’t is die working. i won’t shut up … Continue reading feelings come & go but teeth are forever by Kristin Lueke| Okay Donkey
Everything starts with a start. You emerge from the lake in August, a toddler covered with silt. The neighbor’s mastiff cleans your face and noses you to the glass of cold milk on the porch. An hour later you’re nine, wearing a Scout uniform and no longer thirsty. In the crook of a linden tree … Continue reading Time Only Looks Human by Lynne Jensen Lampe| Okay Donkey
(In the dream) my mother wasn’t angry and she made a sort of breakfast out of photographs. I went out through the window and set my toes to the slope of the roof. The sound of frying felt at any rate neutral. In the (dream) three bears were accompanied by a fourth of greater ferocity. … Continue reading Breakfast, 3 a.m. by Dawn Macdonald| Okay Donkey
in a dream, i perform the butterfly concerto with the silhouette of a man familiar, but not yet known. in a dream, a white rabbit with a mouthful of jade approaches and asks if i remember the story…| Okay Donkey