Welcome to where I am, where my kitchen's always messy, a pot's (or a poet) always about to boil over, a dog is always begging to be fed. Drafts of poems on the counter. Windows filled with leaves. Wind. Clouds moving over the mountains. If you like poetry, books, and music--especially dog howls when a siren unwinds down the hill-- you'll like it here.


MY NEW AUTHOR'S SITE, KATHRYNSTRIPLINGBYER.COM, THAT I MYSELF SET UP THROUGH WEEBLY.COM, IS NOW UP. I HAD FUN CREATING THIS SITE AND WOULD RECOMMEND WEEBLY.COM TO ANYONE INTERESTED IN SETTING UP A WEBSITE. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT MY NEW SITE TO KEEP UP WITH EVENTS RELATED TO MY NEW BOOK.


MY NC POET LAUREATE BLOG, MY LAUREATE'S LASSO, WILL REMAIN UP AS AN ARCHIVE OF NC POETS, GRADES K-INFINITY! I INVITE YOU TO VISIT WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ SOME GOOD POEMS.

VISIT MY NEW BLOG, MOUNTAIN WOMAN, WHERE YOU WILL FIND UPDATES ON WHAT'S HAPPENING IN MY KITCHEN, IN THE ENVIRONMENT, IN MY IMAGINATION, IN MY GARDEN, AND AMONG MY MOUNTAIN WOMEN FRIENDS.




Showing posts with label Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 25, 2010

WHAT OTHERS MAY KNOW, WHAT WE KNEW, by Helen Losse


(Photo of Rosie, Helen's much-loved current cat)

Helen Losse lives in Winston-Salem, where she is an editor for the online poetry 'zine The DEAD MULE (www. deadmule.com). The February issue is well worth visiting! Helen has published her poetry widely both in journals and in book form. The link to her website/blog follows her poem. For more about Helen and her work, please go to My Laureate's Lass0, http://ncpoetlaureate.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-with-friends-by-helen-losse.html.


What Others May Know, What We Knew

—for Chester



On the day we kissed Chettie goodbye,

we didn’t stay to watch him “go.”



We put “cat things” away

in the attic over the car port:



litter box, dishes, carrier, out of sight.

We threw away milk jug rings,



our boy cat’s pictures of Bill Elliot’s car.

We kept the yards of curling ribbon,



for we knew another day would come.

Others may know what I mean:



To celebrate memory, enlarge life,

enjoy fur touching the skin.




Helen Losse

--for her response to my prompt, Helen will receive a copy of my Coming to Rest.

Helens website: Windows Toward the World-- http://helenl.wordpress.com/

Her mail signature:
"Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows." – Martin Luther King, Jr.