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Timpanogos

Posted by jeresk on August 25, 2009 in My Mom's Poems |

fieldtrip it’s called flowstone when it bubbles rock from the wall and the stalacTites hang Tight from ceiling and the stalagMites are Mounds jutting up rock hard cylinders that shine from the oil of a thousand fingers which could not resist molesting them and the joke i taught my kids for the test: when the […]

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moving day in wasilla, alaska

Posted by jeresk on May 28, 2009 in My Mom's Poems |

you can take it with you i’m not stupid, you know. i know i can’t take everything to the new house o look! you bought me that candy dish for mother’s day when you were in second grade and that little chip was in the move from el paso and you cried until i glued […]

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so where were you?

Posted by jeresk on November 11, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

so where were you? the cab driver from ethiopia said: we all watch you. when you send us a bad one, the world suffers. if you send us a wise one the world will bless you. the teacher from new jersey said: my son is autistic and had never voted. it took him five minutes […]

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and again

Posted by jeresk on October 3, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

on the six hour drive to fairbanks she tells me again about the labor pains and birth of each of her six middle-aged babies. i’ve heard these stories all my life but, unlike my stories, hers never get better she does not drive with poetic license. she lives them again the young pretty dark bride […]

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obama

Posted by jeresk on August 28, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

he looks at me in his rearview mirror and says: miss. we are all counting on you you know. it’s a half hour drive from the denver airport but a flat rate and reasonable. i’m comfortable in cabs after all these years and lonely enough for company that i like to start up conversation and […]

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A poem for Pa – perennial

Posted by jeresk on May 27, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

pa grows things. anythings. the eulogies for the manly man rolled on like the unpaved road of the Alcan he hauled us up in ’66; of his soldier wars; of big game moose hunts; of the kings running bigger than me in the swollen swirls of Chitina river. but mostly what he left us was […]

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Reflected Light

Posted by jeresk on April 10, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

the aurora borealis is green ghostly shadow soft and swirling and just as pure pretty through my dirty windshield as you’d find on any february calendar picture. the fat stars shine on and on through the bluegreen ice hanging above gravity above those mountain midnight silhouettes off the glenn allen highway. maybe the green rubbed […]

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all that close

Posted by jeresk on March 24, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

she’s sitting at my feet and i’m combing little sister’s greying hair and our sobrina has her feet on my lap with her father, my baby brother, holding her in his arms at the other end of the couch as she sleeps through the sappy happy tv movie and he puts his soda can on […]

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AH wilderness

Posted by jeresk on February 18, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

ma and i go shopping for dad’s diapers and the nice lady greeter says to her – so heeAH you AH!  wayAH ya been, deeAH? and ma says – well, my husband has cancer. then the gory details the dueling doctors’ prognosis the medications. nice lady says – my husband back in maine was given […]

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the next day

Posted by jeresk on February 1, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

he’s sleeping now exhausted after giving the physical therapist shit about the walker and going slowerslowerimeanitSLOWDOWN MR PACE and telling the nurse with obvious sarcasm even through his garbled gabbiness – now darlin I preciate your concern but if I gotta pee I’m getting up to pee and I ain’t waiting for your permission you […]

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