poet & writer. listening in the Heart
Poet Laureate of Lake County, 2024-2026
At last, I stand from the endlessly scrolling
thumb of my mind, will the volume, up, up,
dance surrender down, until it is obvious:
my own flesh is the light I seek
my enemy, golden
—from, “A Lap of Stars” by Brenda Yeager
I apologize if this leaves you a bit seasick. The up and down of them: my days. A bit stormy-oceanic. Grab a bucket, I’m telling a story.