K Minta

From the journal


I went up to what seemed a new house

    and was calmed

I had become a country gentleman

    was coppered over with calm

Inside fire in the hearth and outside

    birds diving at invisibles

    over the stream

Some sweet woman

    not my wife

    doted as a wife would

    then called the children to dinner

as I sat looking at sticks

laid parallel on the floor

and moonskins

I grew up in Arkansas and have been writing poetry since the age of six. Those early poems were my best, and I've spent the intervening years trying to match them. I am currently a student in the MFA program at Syracuse University, still trying. My poems have appeared in Prelude Magazine, Juked, and in the artist's book, To Die No More, a collaboration with artist Herbert Pföstl.

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