Damn Dreams

I had a dream last night
a great dream
there were lyrics and everything

I woke up singing something to do with
coming home to television

there was a tune and everything
unrecorded
I guess that's what dreams are

all about

- Debbie Calverley

For my Old Pal Steve Parker.

Five Moose Night

Wonderful, really, the way the full moon
casts an enormous shadow of a seemingly tiny
but in truth enormous moose across the meadow grasses
stroked by wind. Happy, too, the way the wind
in my face does not blow my scent to the moose.
The wonderful moose and the wonderful moose shadow,
the very possibilities of which I have never imagined
but the reasons nevertheless I walk in the woods at night.

His shadow dewlap's a yard long, his antlers vast
spatulate hands holding up the moonlight
and the brightest few barely visible stars.
Wonderful, the abundant chartreuse wolf lichens silvered,
the meadow grasses dimly flashing, the moss-filled
not uncomfortable depression of stone I have seated myself in.
Intermittently dark, the shadows under the trees,
into which the tiny moose, at last, herds the enormous shadow one.

Lonesome, the thirty more minutes I wait, the wind
wandering also away, and half-blind, my walking
into the woods myself, watchful, slow, straining for silence.
Wonderful, the silence and the shadows of the trees,
and wonderful, the light from the kitchen window,
a golden parallelogram illuminating both the bird bath
and the great bull moose lapping with its shadows,
one cast to the left by window light, one to the right by the moon.

ROBERT WRIGLEY

Crazyhorse
Fall 2014

Merry Christmas

How Beautiful.

Prior to Departure... I love my designers!

Ah, at last!!!

Star in My Eyes (*)

There's a star in my eyes

and although I rub and I rub

I can’t get it out -

next to the eyelash

due north of the orbit

never will my lens accept
the reasons for

this great divide.

Somewhere
a sparrow shudders
as it flies.

-Debbie Calverley

Weight

My father, ninety, is losing weight

Like the deer in lean winter

that forage for berries on his front lawn.

We both notice the ribs that form

a convex bowl around them
as if the body knows when to embrace.

-Debbie Calverley