Category Archives: poetry

Palmetto Leaf


Convergence--Adam Romanowicz

Palmetto Fan Woman

Palmetto Fan Woman,
in the mockingbird pines
in the white frame church
eight tall windows
and a little stubby steeple,
stirs the air.

and her sisters in the hands
of the women from the scrub

fan fan fan
fan fan fan

back and forth
back and for

in the hands in the front row
hands in the middle
hands at the back by the doors

back and forrards
back and fors

and flies fly in
the windows on the right
palmetto leaf fan shoo shoo shoo

and the waspers
aim come in windows on the left
palmetto women no no no you go on
no no no

shoo shoo shoo
fan fan fan
palmetto leaf woman morning fan
fan fan fan
praisegodfromwhomall bless sings flow
amen amen
in the mockingbird pines
fan fan fan to the heat of day

palmetto leaf fan
amen, amen


enter the wind

Return of the fool

I am sad to see The Big Tent fold. The founding sisters have moved on to another project, which includes some inter-referential writing. An interesting idea.

Some things in their work triggered this, so thanks, good ladies
( in the best sense )

reference to

A Fine Kettle of Fish
Where trees used to be Carolee Sherwood
The Disguise of Mascaraed Lashes Deb Scott

soil conservation techniques for women

the erosion.  we respect it more
than green blankets, or slopes draped
with double crochet pines in files or
space apliqued with that spreading
tree of life.  we respect
the erosion like a man
with blue lights and a gun
(or a woman) (with a gun)
it is definition, like a line drawn
or a levee raised on the loose soil

blot up those tears when they have done their work
and your eyes are clear of motes and cinders and those
lashes, thickened with brown mascara because black
was too bold for your face, lashes that washed down
onto the salt pan.

gather up those old discarded lashes
and plant them around the weeping sore
with a spiral magic wand and a dab of brown
and it begins a terraced garden,
more to be respected even than erosion.

feet, centimeters, parsecs, wards


 two leftist effete intellectuals
who measured in parsecs, not yards
ran for November election
but a win wasn’t in the cards.

Sled for Magpie Tales

Beau D’Arc

I love the spare functionality of you.
The elegance of your material glows
through its water-smooth age patina.
Subtle, subtle the rounding of your
precise angles. Supple, supple the
give within your strength. Vehicle of
my enjoyment through the cold days
and my pleasure even in your rest.

Bois d’Arc, bodark, Osage orange, horse apple