poem http://mtpr.org en "Fourth of July" http://mtpr.org/post/fourth-july <p>If I have any romantic notions left,<br>please let me abandon them here<br>on the dashboard of your Subaru<br>beside this container of gas station<br>potato salad and bottle of sunscreen.<br>Otherwise, my heart is a sugar packet<br>waiting to be shaken open by some<br>other man’s hand. Let there be another town<br>after this one, a town with an improbable Western<br>name—Wisdom, Last Chance—where we can get<br>a room and a six-pack, where the fireworks<br>end early, say nine o’clock, before it’s really<br>gotten dark enough to see them because<br>everyone has to work in the morning. Mon, 01 Jul 2013 16:55:00 +0000 Keetje Kuipers 3842 at http://mtpr.org "Fourth of July" "Trot" http://mtpr.org/post/trot <p>A loose translation, not yet quite a gallop, more than a walk: to be<br>literal is to be a little jerky, rider and horse not unified into that<br>smooth flight of sweet aching below the saddle, all feet off the<br>ground at once. Well, another hour goes by. You'll need it. But it<br>gives you the idea—lap slapping against leather or, bareback, the<br>soft hair below the mane, yet it's not a place you can stay for long,<br>breath beginning to move in response to the horse's footsteps—<br>even more involuntary, a quick exhalation, a little feat of being Mon, 24 Jun 2013 12:48:00 +0000 Sarah Maclay 3841 at http://mtpr.org "Trot" "The Voice of the Father" http://mtpr.org/post/voice-father <p>Often, as mother bent her slender back<br>to the fields, or pulled the bloody slip<br>of a lamb into the world,<br>I wandered the house,<br>studying motes of dust brought to life<br>by sunlight. I was looking for you.</p> Mon, 17 Jun 2013 12:37:00 +0000 Joe Wilkins 3838 at http://mtpr.org "The Voice of the Father"