PAT DURMON, POET
January 29, 2018
Calico Rock, Arkansas. I’m here for my quarterly check-up.
It’s a hard thing. It’s a brave thing. A nurse will poke me with a needle.
I’m not good with needles.
It’s what I must do to keep up with cholesterol and blood pressure.
I look around. Sweats, jeans, and jump suits...
January 22, 2018
I think I keep reliving the Garden of Eden story where Satan lurks and waits for that vulnerable moment and moves in.
Satan, of course, has enough venom for all of us, you know.
Never is there gratitude from Satan.
Ingratitude. That’s what he gives out.
Adam and Eve, too....
January 15, 2018
Outside, the wind whips its way down the porch, a big chime plays in the key of G, and the willow dances. A swarm of gnats blows by in mid-air. A brutal ride.
Our guest walks around the yard snapping photos of birds, trees, the cabin.
She is taking time out from the worl...
January 8, 2018
Another cold day and I wait. I wait for a tree to fall, for my husband to come back from the other end of the valley, for the amaryllis to bloom near the window.
The greenery of the amaryllis is healthy, and I see a life bud. Tender and long-awaited in the winter.
January 2, 2018
It’s a name straight out of the Good Book, and she is staying at our house this week. It’s Christmas break from college stress, from flatlands, from busyness.
I’m half-sick with sinus infection, so I’ll take all the Rebecca-time I can get.
Rebecca is calm and adds no pre...
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