Monday, October 20, 2014

MERRILL GILFILLAN ~








Merrill Gilfillan
  







Laurel Bloomery:
"The Past Is Distant"

  


The past is distant.


The redbird whistling in the distance


is the distance.









Middle March



Why would a meadowlark

     be singing

           on a deadbeat day like this?









Two Hawks



Two hawks

in honeyed circles interlocked

on the one thought.








Sweetgrass Hills



These Northern Lights

     so hard

          to read by.









Hare's Ear



That boy

     raised by meadowlarks

          talks funny.









Wind in the Trees



Wake up at two

wondering about the monkeys

in the dark zoo.









Autumn Sky



And now we know for certain

to be in two places at once

not nearly enough.




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Born in Mount Gilead, Ohio in 1945 and today living in Colorado, Longhouse has published Merrill, and these chosen poems are a certain personal bias very late at night with a pencil flicking onto small poems read by one small light. It some times happens this way.

Let it be known there are many other poems in this book of flight, longer and prose poem and middle size, too. All sizes. Like shoes.


 [ BA ]





Photographs by John Sarsgard


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Red Mavis
Merrill Gilfillan
Flood Editions, 2014








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