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Guy Craig's poems take place in the Pacific Northwest. Nature-focused. Mystical. Imaginative.
They become real when they leave my lungs.
The air becomes more like me.
I become more like dust.
Where it started - Rhymed
Prose Poetry
Himalayan Blackberry
Considered a berry,
but really an aggregate fruit,
in short—good to eat,
but hard to treat.
Once cultivated, but now on the run,
a challenge to have a go,
only thorn-slowed by a mow,
so most decide to use
herbicide with a good sticker,
but digging up will also suffice.
Born in the cradle,
with the mind of a ladle,
it made its way
to live free as a wild crop….
Where Its Been -
On The Mountain
Who is the hermit on the mountain?
Are his sounds too light to hear?
The rustling of fabric, as he tends the fire—
steady, short steps, layered with the slight crunching of the duff
forest floor beneath the earth-kissed soles of his feet.
Much like the soft sounds of the world’s once roar—
peppered, crackling, blended, yet so muffled and distant,
now, seemingly nothing more than the silence after
a final soft snapping ember’s call as spent fuel to its flame….
Where it’s going….
“I hope these poems build on the rich emotional history of the Coos River Valley, Oregon, in particular, and more generally, any river valley; may they convey a sense of ‘home’ (life’s vicissitudes and all) and ‘this place was made for you.’”
— GuyCraigPoetry.com