The Seven Men of Eptagonia (with interjections from my grandfather) In a small town up the breast of the uppermost land mound there is a land of Seven Corners where – They do – there are seven men who like to sit on the seventh corner of the seven bendy hills – They Do! – positioning their white plastic chairs […]
Poetry
Unabated Wildfires Within Maples
Morphologies emerge in variable ways,
Protruding through space and time,
Yielding multifarious mazes.
A Burnt Metal Ecosystem
Frozen in a burnt copper substrate, surrounded
With whorls and tides of a creature’s past, a steadfast
Algae, Wood, and a Singular Bowl
Four slats of discolored wood possess salmon streaks and steel
Fever
All night, your cheeks were hot, little one. I listened to your wails through the crackling yellow monitor next to my bed. Your father and I threw off our covers and walked up the stairs to your room. He lifted you from the crib and held you against his chest. Your cries became whimpers. I got out a plastic syringe […]
The Felled and the Fallen
Ring in two by twos,Twinning from the same root. Count the yearsOh! The years —You can only see themWhen they’re sliced in two.Cut down, dismembered,See what they’ve been through: The summers, the winters,The hunters, the gatherers,To them: time is celluloseAnd the sound of water coming close. I see you. Your bark couldn’t save you.What you built over the agesWouldn’t hold; […]
Eyes
Blue eyes, sometimes grey and stormy Others clear as cloudless day. One moment safe Enveloped in translucent depths Next, the ice wall melts Glaciers crash below; an enormous splash Waves build A mountain face of swirling color, kaleidoscope of shimmering light Smothering Drowning Swallowing blue and salt and foam Choking Spewing Struggling to swim up Desperate for air Weak arms […]
Beyond This Room
Sure Thing It is that with which the wind blows And the snowflakes carry from the skies The mountains echo in their deep crevasses The sky possesses in her blue, graceful expanse The child has in her smile The earth in her soil The dog in my arms. It is that with which spreads the smell of rain The mist […]
Home | Bird and Broom
I’ve dropped my broom
Winter Waning
Despite a warming climate, “there is still beauty even in this changing season.”
Sandwash
Sam Miller-McDonald explores themes of greed and mortality through poetry imbued with imagery that evokes essences and scenes of the natural world.
Other Creatures: A Poetic Tribute
Have you ever been asked, “If you could be any animal in the world, which animal would you be?” This is a tribute to all of the animals that never get chosen.