June 27 – July 3, 2011: Linda Benninghoff and Bob Robson

week of June 27 – July 3, 2011

Linda Benninghoff and Bob Robson

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Linda Benninghoff
benningln@aol.com

 

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Linda Benninghoff lives in Lloyd Harbor, New York.

The following work is Copyright © 2011, and owned by Linda Benninghoff and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


 

Deer 

Deer come to my backyard,
stand, reach with their long, brown necks
to eat the pointy evergreen.
Their tails swish.
They are silent
They leave hoof prints
deep and double,
up and down the driveway
where the ice expands and contracts.

I walk there, over the lines
fracturing the ice.
When I see the prints,
my breath comes in and out
in lumps.
I am not alone here.
Beauty that can be
pierced and broken,
punctured,
subdued and stilled,
by the single syllable of a gun
till it shimmers and vanishes,
is with me.
Deer have come.

 

 


Bob Robson
quantum700q@gmail.com

 

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My name is Bob Robson and I’m 55. I live at Scarborough, just north of Brisbane in Queensland, Australia

The following work is Copyright © 2011, and owned by Bob Robson and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

 

 

Rifle

The rifle speaks
A blast tincture to the air
The recoil shoves your place
For one moment
You smote the curtain of dusk
On a late afternoon

You work its action
To reload
But watch out, Jim
Its gears will steal your face
And orphan your mind
Quick as a wood steel starling