Val Morehouse Poems
- Winter People Faces of natives turn inward like talk in ...
- Liberator Like a lover he enters my life, carrying his dark...
- Life Story There is something raw in the taking, an ...
- Waiting For The Folks Who am I? Why, you’re Mama. No, I am ...
- Soliloquy Inside the morning this heart is a gong announcing...
- Healed With knives he carves my woman’s flesh into new peaks...
- Machete _________For William, who performed this ...
A reviewer, storyteller, writer, & librarian. Current reviews are in The Ruach: newsletter of Temple Isaiah, Lafayette, California. Quote: 'Val could read the phone book and make it sound good! ' A podcast of Val reading Gershon's Monster is at http: //media.libsyn.com/media/yourjewishneighborhood/yjn-108.mp3
Click 'play now'. To hear Chanukkah Guest, a story by Eric Kimmel, go http: //media.libsyn.com/media/ yourjewishneighborhood/yjn-19.mp3 April 08 Val won 1st & 2nd for short and long poems at Pleasanton, CA Poetry & Arts Festival. Also, poems Carbon Futures and Blowout appear on CA Poet Laureate Al Young's website alyoung.org> Wild Blue Yonder section. Other readings, etc. are on... more »
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Faces of natives turn inward
like talk in uncertain throats.
Small replicas of life eclipse
inside shuttered eyes,
narrow horizons between stones,
and still ponds, frayed with
pitchpine and knotted oak,
tinder of witches.
Underneath pewter skies they winter
through fog where only ice is genuine;
And it spare as a puritan,
with the color of silver.