My new poem “Movie Night in Central Wyoming” was recently published in the second issue of The Mantle, a new literary journal. Here is the full text:
Movie Night in Central Wyoming
The rain just north of Riverton
rolls deep into the August night
like a groggy and hibernating bear
looking for the comfort of its den.
There are stories somewhere in those clouds,
though I can’t quite remember them,
songs I know I carry,
journeys of forgotten storms.
Tonight they gather around me.
Reels and reels of lighting
play against the sky
like silent films on silver screens.
I smell the camphor on the wind.
Even the crickets are listening.
It’s a warm night to find myself
alone, to wish
for all these versions of myself,
sequels that could be true.
This a poem of place–in this case, where I grew up in central Wyoming. The rain, the clouds, the temperature–all tactics using the weather as a symbol of the speakers emotional state.