A Lit Fog Winter Morning
Waiting
Crescent chalice on your back Pour a canopy Outstretched tongue collects © Dale Schierbeck 2013 Read more poetry here
Adjustments
Chapter 3: Canadian Soil (continued from My Canadian Eyesight) I am not going to share pictures of this, but over my four years abroad, I had discovered a Bohemian that was living inside me … and I had the attire, the long hair (yes) and the beard to prove it. Honestly, in the moment, it…
Pennies from Heaven
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from PART TWO: Szczesliwego Nowego Roku) If nothing else came from our New Year’s experience, I definitely took from it a pretty good training needs analysis of Ben’s strengths … and his “opportunities.” (er-hem) Ben was and remains overflowing in his many loveable qualities. He’s cuter than most dogs out…
A New Year (part two)
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from Part One: Car Ride) PART TWO: Szczesliwego Nowego Roku Arrived at the pension, we unloaded the car and Magda made arrangements with the owners to throw in a load of vomit covered laundry. We then took the dogs for a quick walk before heading upstairs to our rooms…
A New Year (part one)
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from First Snow) PART ONE: Car Ride The first snow also meant that New Year’s eve would soon arrive. In Poland, this holiday is named after St. Sylvester because it is also his “name day,” and Sylwester is as much or even more of an “event” as it is here…
First Snow
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from A First in My Life) It was the first week in December when the Baltic rains were transformed into the first snow. Ben always became a bit crazy in the rain, just like he did coming out of the bath. But the first snow of Ben’s life was…
The Ball Warrior
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from Tooth-Fairy) The dark boughs of the chestnut trees were almost empty. The desiccated and thorny outer shells of the fruit lay decomposing everywhere and their large leaves littered the large park where Ben and I played a few times a day. By the middle of the month, the…
Winter’s Skin (Gallery)
Taken with my iPhone … here’s the backstory for my poem, “Winter’s Skin.” Read it here.
Winter’s Skin
A jigsaw puzzle of bedrock – shielding – protecting Locking into pools hardened – holding – waters Wrapped in winter white – dark – green Boreal needles sharp – communities – pinned Porcelain concessions – endless – tiles A cartographer’s paper – lined – divided Cut by fissures – tooth-marked – gnawed Granite torsos entwined…