#deepstep come shining

[woundgallery]

C.D. Wright from Deepstep Come Shining 

[thesingingknives]

The boneman said he would take the blinded to the river. With a mirror. And then what. The boneman said he would take the blinded into a darkened room. And put a hot-herb poultice on their sightless face. Mullein for this mullein for that. We called it flannel. Then leave them there. The baby sister of the color photographer had a baby girl in the hills. Born with scooped-out sockets in the head. Born near the tracks they sprayed with Agent Orange. The railroad’s denials, ditto the army’s. They would have been blue. The eyes. She did not have. Blue as the chicory in yonder ditch.

We see a little farther now and a little farther still She said her lights would be on and they were Groping around the sleeping house in our gowns Peeping into the unseen Beautiful things fill every vacancy

Ripcord Lounge is up on the right. 32° beer. A little past the package store. Suddenly I have the feeling of a great victory. A delirious brilliance. All around in here it used to be so pretty. The boneman’s bobcat. Its untamable eyes in the night. Did you know a ghost has hair. A ghost has hair. That’s right. Peaches and fireworks and red ants. Now do you know where you are.

—C.D. Wright, from Deepstep Come Shining

[years-of-indiscretion]

from Deepstep Come Shining First visual memory: one of vagrant white splotches in a clearing, a fat, diapered baby in a field of timothy chasing another diapered bottom through the timothy. Last visual memory: one of vagrant white splotches in a clearing, a fat, diapered baby in a field of timothy chasing another diapered bottom through the timothy. When it's mowed, and the fodder's fresh. I remember. I was there. No other features vex the view. Not the barn, the Gold Bond Medicated Powder sign fading from its highway plane. The black dog tearing after us. (Night, the black lab, the family's ecstatic.) The specific lighting from the sky never impinged upon the eye. Not individualized rocks. Split-rail fencing edged with fleabane. The proximity of a neglected pitchfork. Never never never... C.D. Wright

[years-of-indiscretion]

from Deepstep Come Shining LEAR: ...you see how this world goes. GLOUCESTOR: I see it feelingly. Lead me, guide me to the light of your paper. Keep me in your arc of acuity. And when the ream is spent. Write a poem on my back. I'll never wash it off. C.D. Wright

[lucybiederman]

Merely listening After the rain the trees smell so pleased The hale sleep naked atop the sheets We leave the deck for the lawn The grasses licking our feet A semicircle of chairs opens a parenthesis In the direction of the light source We see a little farther now and a little farther still Peeping into the unseen

C.D. Wright, from Deepstep Come Shining

[lucybiederman]

Everyone in their car needs love.

C.D. Wright, from Deepstep Come Shining

[motherinferior]

Since he left my Red Flyer out for trash pickup I've been shouldering one rock at a time.

C.D. Wright, "Deepstep Come Shining"

[campwannaweep]

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