POETICS: Two by Colleen Anderson

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Hammered Dulcimer Concert

Clean music. The notes fall one upon the other,
transparent. Closing my eyes on this city concert,
I hear water, the song of melting snow on a hill
in Braxton County, in spring.

You took me down into a pine-thick valley
to visit the house you built and later abandoned.
We stepped through snow still clinging to shadows of truck ruts,
mud clutching our boots, the sucking sound
of loss.

Inside the house, we went from room to room,
you touching wall and table, I filling my eyes
with your past—peace posters, children’s storybooks,
a coffee mug. You showed me the place on the floor
where Sarah, your daughter, was born.

While you repaired a broken window, I slept
outside on dry pine needles, the sweet, thin sleep
of babies and lost children in fairy tales,
and woke to the sound of a sudden rivulet flashing
through leaves, over twigs, under snow.

“You can tune it,” you said, and moved a stone
or leaf, and changed the sound in some small way,
though whether the altered song was more harmonic
neither of us could say.


Sleeping in the Attic

It feels like a tent
or a Japanese temple,
tucked-in, well-met, rent-
free. No chair or table.
A garret with a gable,

a lighthouse, a castle
tower, the cabin
of an ocean-sailing vessel,
the nest of a robin
adorned with a ribbon

or a cave in a cliff,
for rest after climbing,
where the Old Ones lived,
made love, lay dreaming.
Listen. A bell is chiming.

Colleen Anderson is a graphic designer and writer of songs and poems, among other things. Learn more about her design studio, publications, and workshops at www.colleenanderson.com.


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FIRST/PERSON: On the streets in “the capital of pain”: There are mayapples unfurling on the banks of the Kanawha River in the darkness of West Virginia’s capital city. There are humans sleeping there, too, on this cold and rainy April night, and we are among them. | by JAMES COCHRAN

5 QUESTIONS: On the Art of the Guitar: Spencer Elliott is a genre-defying solo performer based in Charleston WV, while also performing in the burning-down-the-house trio SE3. A look at keeping your day job while growing an international fan base.

CHARACTERS: ‘The Hobo Girl: She had many names and left many stories. The night ‘The Hobo Girl’ wandered into St. Albans, WV, like a footloose traveler from another time.

LISTEN/UP: Artists & Podcasters worth noting: From hip-hop innovator Shelem to podcasts worth hearing, a heads up from BLACK BY GOD: The West Virginian.

FIRST/PERSON: On Ukraine, Putin, Navalny & Zelensky: J. Michael Willard worked for Robert C. Byrd and Jay Rockefeller then went on to international career that landed him in Ukraine. Excerpts from his thoughts on Putin’s brutal invasion of the country where two daughters still live.

POETICS: Two by Colleen Anderson: Clean music. The notes fall one upon the other, / transparent. Closing my eyes on this city concert,/ I hear water, the song of melting snow on a hill / in Braxton County, in spring …

MAN/MADE: A brief meditation on ‘Reflected Glory’: A brief meditation on a shiny object in West Virginia’s capital city.

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