Posts by Sean Glatch
Emergence
I thought, on this sunlit morning, having tea on my own stretch of lake, listening to the returned pair of King Fishers from last year, their chitters audible above the…
Read MoreStarlings
New life explodes in open vents vespers of baby bird chirps cacophony of hunger Spirit cloistered in crawl space sings out to our weary souls and we listen.
Read MoreHope Poems
1. My Heart, a Stone I’d like to start a bonfire in my heart but today there’s just a stone; last night, a whirlwind; before, a broken mirror. It seems…
Read MoreWith a Bang
—with a bang—the hairy flower wild petunia—flings its tiny seeds—sudden and far—how and why—the scientist—kneels down—clamps a metal band—on a pigeon’s leg—her initials—and i.d. number—my broken toe—x-rayed, recorded—at the Bleecker…
Read MoreDESCENDING
glow leaves of autumn —gold afternoon— I thought first electric lights against a purple rain-swollen sky while a drizzle lit by that same gap in clouds shines down On Lha…
Read MoreMy Blessed Boy on the Streets…and my Teacher of all Things Good
Previously Published in U.S. Catholic. A sometimes lonely leftover phone booth stands on a street corner in Portland, Oregon. When a street person feels so inclined, he or she can…
Read MoreSaturday Parking Lot
Gray clouds hover white headlights, red-lit tails punctuate the quiet— what will the next moment bring? Dark-winged roof crow in muscled flight orange and Halloween striped truck dove-brown gull’s soaring…
Read MoreHaiku: Sometimes Spring
Summertime ashes falling fire on the mountain Autumn leaves drift and tumble down the canyon Winter wonderland slip on unexpected ice break a leg Now the warming days plums blossom…
Read MoreSkipping Stones
You were skipping stones and I was romancing the thought of your hands and my hands and the miles of water between us, Wondering what the distance means, our bodies…
Read MoreThe Shut-In’s Lament in Springtime
Birds build their nests from sticks and gobs of gum in flaking foil, old condom wrappers, pop- tops, every dime I’ve ever dropped. The sun’s still sleeping. I am too.…
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