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Shaw & White – Nov. 10

Ken Shaw and Jenn White traded art. Ken gave Jenn this photo:

In response, Jenn wrote this poem:

Unfurl

stir onions until they snap and yellow; caramelize.
there in a kitchen. bodies of rice grains swelling.
look for a way into a life without longing.
until petals of plastic bags no longer fall from the sky.

then leave home in the dark,
drive into the mountains silhouetted black against blue.
past east canyon, lamb’s canyon.
alpenglow in the rearview.
reach parley’s summit, the white sky.

along 224, a field of clouds–a milk lake.
between a baby, a dog,  asleep in the sun. small dolphin noises.
aspens shadow across a face, wind in the chimney.

the gray bustle of the heart replaced by wide blue skies. not like the way the baby’s eyes
fall shut half heartedly–but wholly.

* * * *

Jenn shared this poem with Ken:

He Said Not To Be Like A Snail

How if you touch its horn,
it shrinks.

But it’s like the way I don’t notice until a
droplet of sweat has already
popped through skin.

Like the midday sun beating our heads—and we stalk slabs of shade—
the light throbbing through.

He said a two pointed needle gets no sewing done,
that it’s a problem with my mind.

And in the night, the army of insects advance.

In response, Ken made this photograph:

2 Comments leave one →
  1. December 3, 2010 3:14 pm

    Awesome, Jenn and Ken and Jenny! I love the revisions of that poem, Jenn. Beautiful.

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