Monday, April 30, 2012

Spring 2012 Lanthorn

One more post today...  This semester's Lanthorn came out this past week (making me sad Adam and I aren't the editors anymore!  But Steve and Zeke, this year's editors, did a good job), and I had two poems in it, which I thought I'd share here.  I also submitted a short prose piece, which didn't get in, but I was happy about the poems.

When I read the word “windmill”
I was instantly back in Brugge with you
walking in the sun along the river
coming upon it suddenly—
skeletal rather than picturesque
but we were excited anyway.

Coming Back to Pennsylvania from New Zealand in November
November never seemed this ugly before.
I haven’t seen the sun since I’ve been back (five days).
As if being overcast wasn’t enough
it poured yesterday, flooding the nearby covered bridge.
Even if it was sunny, the landscape would be the same—
all dull browns and grays

decaying leaves plastered to the ground
trees completely bare
fields of stubble stretching to either side of the road.
But by half past five it’s all been erased by darkness
leaving me in shock that night can fall so early.
And did I mention that it’s cold as?

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