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voices out of the West, mostly poetry, personal to planetary
Wendy Videlock
author of the chapbook,
What’s That Supposed to Mean (2010) and the full-length collections:
The Dark Gnu and Other Poems (2013) and Nevertheless (2011).
A regular contributor to Poetry, and other literary journals, Wendy is a recipient of the Mark Fischer Poetry Prize, and lives with her husband and children in western Colorado.
3 by Wendy Videlock
If I should answer with a patch of aspen
it is not because I am an aspen.
If I should speak of sleep,
or smoke,
or consecrated weather,
it is not for lack of flesh
and matter. You who are stone,
or cottage, or grove
or given to the mother tongue
needn’t name yourselves.
We know who you are.
(first appeared in Kin)
Sprig of Thyme
tangelo
and floating llama
what is dream
and what is drama
son of god
and gaia’s daughter
what is stone
and what is water
sprig of time
and fallen aster
what is myth
and what is matter
here upon
a child’s laughter
mother moon
and tail of tyger
twisted rope
and maddest hatter
cosmic egg
and holy splatter
looming form
and spiraled clatter
gate of horn
and pitter patter.
(First appeared in Angle)
In the Hand Mirror
In the hand-mirror
of all thing
being relative
to fall, and spring,
things dim,
sky high, or medium,
is the little crease
which lies between
dying
and disappearing,
rhyming
and exalted meaning,
buying into,
and believing.
(first appeared in Angle.)