Blackbird

blackbird

 

a memory: leaves in piles
a kiss
hazel eyes
a rotten picnic table

soft hands
the hands of a philosopher
the hands of a seeker, a poet
children of the Universe

lover
kisses the curves
under a soft blouse
undoes buttons
the chill of autumn
his sweater / her shoulders

blackbird spins the ochre leaves
(itself a leaf), the blackbird—
a burnt leaf at nightfall
spun from the soot of dreams

This memory evokes tears
This memory
a ruin across a ruined landscape

salts the earth of her life
sets fire to her harvest

The blackbird rises
and scrawls
a brutal truth skyward.

 

 

©2016 Clare L. Martin

“Verge”

top secret

I have set myself upon the task of writing a memoir. Working title is “Verge.” Perhaps the details of my life are / or are not interesting, but more importantly, I can write them in an interesting manner.

MEMOIR “Verge” (working title)

Structure: Not chronological, hybrid of short prose pieces, creative nonfiction/personal essays. Some pieces are already written (indicated with an  asterisk) and the titles of the pieces below are starting points for new writing.  I have ideas formed where I will go with those pieces. It’s likely I will add to the list of topics.  I hope this work will be compelling to humans and of literary value.

“There is only one story and it crumbles through our teeth.”

Between Land and Sky*

Tommy*

Winter

West

Thirst

Flight*

Dance*

They Come Silently In Light*

Need*

White Room*

Adam

The White Crane*

Nocona*

Dreams of Horses*

Disaster

Embellishments*

Heat Lightning

Verge

 

*Ready pieces