poem: darcy luetzow staddon
remembrance
a thirst of a metal spring made breathless
to be again ratcheted
I had I
she said guess forgotten
I had high-shelved it under glass
then moved moth blankets from couch
arm to arm
help me with this short cut me
when he cut into the dirt the wine?
if we come from a lilting tongue called yes
if that’s the straw we get
shot out of
if it’s a round hoist of fig and golden
I’ll set up camp tuck the canopy under our
rumps and remember for
you the talking of light
on the sly I’ll
risk the remembrance for me
about the writer: darcy luetzow staddon
Darcy Luetzow Staddon lives on a farm in Japan with her husband, two
daughters, goat, and dog. She and her family run a small recovery
farm for Japanese hikikomori (those who have suffered from extreme
social withdrawal). Darcy has loved writing poetry since age 8; she
has also loved music and singing for just as long. Guitar and
songwriting came along a bit later.
