Photo by Lindsay Niles . Conjure Woman . Julie Buffaloe-Yoder She gathers magic beside the highway. Just the right things will be ingredients . for potions and poultices incantations and chants. . The deep pockets of her blue sack dress hold insects, rocks, . sun dry bones that laid in the shape of a cross. [...]
Archive for August, 2009
Slow Down: Conjure Woman Ahead
Posted in poetry, tagged characterization, characters with soul, conjur woman, conjure woman, fiction, loss of culture, poetry, strong woman, women poetry on August 31, 2009 | 30 Comments »
To Market, To Market
Posted in poetry, tagged economy, fiction, market, mortgage, poetry, starting over on August 25, 2009 | 39 Comments »
My husband and I are trying to sell our old house. I throw back my head and laugh now. Our story is pretty typical these days. We moved to another state when a plant closed. There were no jobs. The foreclosure in this poem has not happened to us. In reality, life is very good. [...]
The Bones of Saints Under Glass
Posted in Check It Out, Jeff Fleming, poetry, Propaganda Press, tagged Awesome poetry, chapbook, death, family, Hosho McCreesh, Jeff Fleming, Leah Angstman, life, poetry, Propaganda Press, relationships, The Bones of Saints Under Glass on August 18, 2009 | 35 Comments »
Sometimes, a book of poems comes along that is beautifully written, but it also portrays life in a way that is very personal to me. The Bones of Saints Under Glass by Jeff Fleming is one of those books. The poems in this chapbook deal with death, love, and family relationships. There is sorrow sprinkled [...]
Along Life’s Way
Posted in poetry, tagged fiction, greyhound bus, human beings, Peace In The Valley, poetry, travel poem on August 10, 2009 | 43 Comments »
. Mile Marker 359 . Julie Buffaloe-Yoder I take Greyhound for a long ride on a one hundred five degree day. . Fifteen freaking hours to go . with the fumes and the breath and the rhythm of sweaty heads. . Trapped inside the rectangle; heat slamming through glass. . Air condition don’t work worth [...]
