Archive for the ‘Bryce Milligan’ Tag
Galveston Beach Front Devastation (September 13, 2008) –Source: http://strangecosmos.com/
Water’s Rising
water’s rising, and you who were caught
in last year’s flood, you are ready to scramble
onto the roof of the car and scream
but on this lonely backstreet, with a good
meal still warm in my belly and the wine
still sweet in my mouth, there are no lights
there is no cell phone, no traffic
no friendly strangers out for a stroll —
there is only the dark, and the current
— Bryce Milligan
Lake Woodlands Drive, The Woodlands, Texas (September 13, 2008)
Born in the Eye of the Storm
A storm in the Gulf
Satellite views as big as Texas
On track for Galveston
Strong winds of medium strength
Pushing a wall of seawater
People boarding up windows
Placing valuables in cars
Preparing to run from the storm
Others preparing to shelter-in-place,
Hoping the storm will turn away
Outer bands begin coming ashore
Bringing water from the sky and the Gulf
Providing a taste of things to come
As cars head north, one is headed south
With baby to be born
Arriving at the Medical Center
The delivery process begins
Outside the winds gain strength
Choreographed with mother’s labor
Moving toward a crescendo of life
Suddenly, there is peace and calm
As a baby is born in the eye of the storm
A prince of strength – symbol of the storm
A prince of peace – symbol of the eye
Forever in the eye of the storm.
kenne (Written for James, September 9, 2009)
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Image by kenne taken at an I-10 rest area in New Mexico (September 8, 2017)
For good or bad . . .
“the things that remain
to remind us of what we were
before we were without that
which prompts us to remember”
— from Monuments by Bryce Milligan
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Image by kenne
Lost and certain of it, the woods crowd in
allowing only glimpses of the track
that was so clear and broad and well traveled
only moments back where the sun fell bright
between the leaves to dapple the mast, but
lost and certain of it, the woods crowd in
spinning the senses like leaves in a wind
risen from the past to obscure the path
that was so clear and broad and well traveled.
— from “Lost and certain of it” by Bryce Milligan
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Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Image by kenne
Full
by Wendy Barker
Light splotches on the bed,
mesmerizing the morning.
Why rise from this dazzle?
But outside the kitchen door,
the first time in years, flickering
in the pittosporum’s froth, a dozen
dozen Monarch butterflies ignite
the green, their white freckled patches
shifting, rapid as a blink, and gone.
Not so the evening primroses
that open as the light is leaving
and remains even as the moon lifts
from the trees, even as you sit
steady above your book, until
you rise, and bring me your hands.
(Windy Barker is a poet and critic, and teaches literature at the University of Texas at San Antonio. Windy has been involved in several “Writer’s In Performance” events over the years.)
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Bryce Milligan at Writers In Performance Series — Image by kenne
Desert mid-summer weather can provide many extremes
causing life to struggle to survive
in a relentless sun to strong winds,
heavy rains and dramatic lightning lined skies.
Since moving to the desert,
this blog has posted images of menacing skies,
with more to come, I’m sure.
Additionally, I have been writing notes
for future poems on the desert.
However, in lieu of my own poem
and as part of my “Capturing the Word” series,
I was recently reading Bryce Milligan’s book of poems,
LOST and certain of it (a several times Writers in Performance presenter),
and read his desert poem, “Lightning.”
Lightning
The days that lack that flash:
heat on the horizon,
thunderheads painted bright
with the promise of rain
to wash the desert dust
from needle and flower,
yielding up red and yellow
explosions on each cactus’ tower.
The days that lack that flash
bring me careening back
to your eyes that I cannot
tell from lightning.
— Bryce Milligan
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