Tag Archives: Ken Cathers

harvest   she is planting the dead birds in the back garden   imagines delicate plumed stems sprout in moist soil.   there is a place below where bones reknit, grow flesh   become the small buds of unhatched warblers. it is a cosmology   made up, a child’s mystery emblazed with wonder.   IContinue reading “3 Poems by Ken Cathers”

Damascus   there was a time I thought it would all             make sense   the mysteries unravel a secret knot revealed on the inside spindle of everything.   was sure there was a certain age  when magic tricks and miracles became transparent.   it has been a disappointment part of the gradual attrition ofContinue reading “Damascus. A poem by Ken Cathers”

a world almost how delicate the cobweb strung between trees the precise lattice of design destroyed as I walk through. now I feel the glue of those invisible threads the itch of spiders crawling, await the bite. . . oblivious to other symmetries made useless, the secret order of things torn apart I turn intoContinue reading “a world almost. A poem by Ken Cathers”