mjblathers

dark poet who loves to laugh


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petroglyphs

stories told in simple sketches:

stick figures distinctly human

hand prints

paw prints

prey and weapon, atlatl

big horn sheep, lizard

hare and tortoise

short, parallel lines capped by single longer line

short, wavy lines capped by single longer line

what do they mean? why were they etched

on black, desert-varnished rock face

at times high above, reached only

by perilous climb

why?

warnings? maps?

celebration of successful hunt?

prayer to the great unknown?

we know only that humans

were here – this desert place –

eons before

felt this heat, squinted against this glare

worked to feed themselves and family

huddled together against night’s sudden cold

anxious, relieved, joyful, fearful, mournful

humans

reaching out over thousands of years

to us, who barely comprehend,

but feel their common humanity

Valley of Fire, Nevada


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‘the wave’

banded rock in Valley of Fire, Nevada

 

time

captured in sedimentary rock

bands

of months, decades, centuries

red

with rusting iron

white

unoxidized

gouged then by

desert torrent from distant rain

flooded under azure cloudless sky

or

minute by minute

grains of sand borne on screeching wind

or

suicidal drops of water leeching minerals

to surface, to die immediately by sun’s evaporation

eras

cementing ancient seafloors

lifted

band on band of captured millennia

 


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gray the day

i had forgotten

cape lookout’s gray-wild beauty

rousting waves battering

leaping at glistening rugged cliffs

rain-bounty falls parenthesize

their white-foamed poundings

 

i stand at the edge of rounded stones

looking up through scant-needled

evergreen doilies at sky of pearl

heaving grizzled clouds

harbingers of oregon’s lush

green-wild beauty

 


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WINTERSONG

Writers in the Grove’s 2nd annual juried reading event will be held as part of Forest Grove United Methodist’s cultural series this year, Saturday morning, January 21, 10:30 to about noon. Family friendly and free. Some fantastic work to be read. Books by local authors for sale, plus CD’s by a magical flutist. Welcome!  17th and Cedar


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wind song

whispers of wind buffet

the long, hanging chimes

brushing, caressing, clambering

clanging non-melodic tones

that grow, invent, cry out

a music more complex

than reason

like love

we think we know

but when we feel

all sense staggers

our understanding

is captured on the wind