Once again we welcome Laurie Lamon to our pages. In her last post for us, she analyzed Dahlia Ravikovitch’s fearsome poem “Hovering at a Low Altitude.”


A workman has nailed silver
disks over the holes they
drilled, diligent and musical,
we had thought, turning
pages inside the classroom.
Territorial, they’ve returned,
beaks puzzling surface and edge.

At my mother’s house, plastic
snakes nailed to the second
story have weathered, shedding
flecks of black into field grass
where seasons of feral cats
live uneasily. Has she given
them pet names, calling
from the porch as she used
to call up the stairs to us?
karl lal meme jo  slid like beads
of mercury, and the dinner
ware that wrangled loose
when she slammed over
and over the narrow drawer.

Published with permission of the author.


LaurieLamonLaurie Lamon’s poems have appeared in journals and magazines including “The Atlantic Monthly,” “The New Republic,” “Ploughshares,” “Arts & Letters Journal of Contemporary Culture,” “The Literary Review,” “180 More Extraordinary Poems for Ordinary Days,” edited by Billy Collins,” and others.  Her poetry collections include The Fork Without Hunger, 2005, and  Without Wings, 2009. She is the recipient of a Pushcart Prize and was selected by Donald Hall as a Witter Bynner Fellow in 2007. She is a professor of English at Whitworth University in Spokane.  Ms. Lamon is at work on a collection entitled Over Joy. Visit her website at laurielamon.com



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  • billgncs October 19, 2014 at 11:31 am

    We have a cabin in Wyoming that the woodpeckers constantly drill upon. This took me back to that place.