Words
It’s Not Too Late
Walking around the lake this afternoon,
something about the cottonwood leaves, strewn
along the shore, and how the colors glowed,
and the reflections in the water slowed
me...
A New Horizon
For Esther and Johnson Medidi at the dedication of the New Horizons Safehouse in Podu, India, and for the young women of New Horizons....
Navajo Peak (a poem in two voices)
In the winter of 1948 a plane crashed in the Indian Peaks west of Boulder, Colorado. It took three days to recover the three...
Tree in Winter
You will be here again. Your eyes
closed in brightening light from
a window, open in winter. Magenta
blooms lidded, your forehead held
by a shoulder put forward...
Small Window
I
discern
a
tiny
space
in
one
of
fifteen
minutes;
two
days
later,
I
deduce
which
one,
approach
it
and
peer
inside
(can’t
tell
whether
it’s
bright
or
dark),
hoping
to
glimpse
a
poem —
or
the
closest
edge
of
one.
Jethro McClellan was born in Boston, moved out West before he turned five, and has called Boulder home for most of his life....
Notes From the Hanged Woman
Face it, we’re wind
From womb to the blue prom.
Remember me licking
Cream off your belly?
I swing soft breasts
Over the bones of the forgotten.
Creation and death
Harbor...
While Your Parents Danced
in the next room, their heels
skimming over dark oak
to Sinatra and Como and Bennett
crooning from the dusty stereo,
we lay in your small bed, sheets
thrown...
Disassembled
4 wallsSurrounded and safe like a fly in a cupConfused and lost beyond wordsA hideous reminder of what we could be.Had we taken that...
Taking a Short-cut on a Dead-end
You know...
I’ve been dying, more than I’ve been living
I’ve been making more than I’ve been giving
You’re telling me I’ve been forgiven, what am I...
the river that cries
had it been different had it been otherwise i might not have conceived such an elaborate disguise as we walked, that night along the river that cries for the damned,...
Pearl Street, 2020
This was supposed to be the year that I returned,to the breathtaking views of the Rockies,to the aroma of fresh-ground coffee,to the fragrances of...
