Remission

Blessings in the clouds sound horns of plenty.
Her boys roll around in frenetic joy.
They are pinecones still maturing on the boughs,
on her song in the sweetness of wind-borne bells.
Her words will remain when her voice flies away.

She weaves yarn through her backyard long pines
so her children can wander their own unknown.
She watches from the porch with gratitude
they’re still young enough they still return home.

The bridge outside connects the creek sides,
brides swim their dresses out to sea ― she teaches
her sons to see with their minds, not eyes.

Rivers scoop lakes at their estuaries.
A marble she holds encases the oceans.
Tending futures inside, she polishes the sky’s eye,
guards her kids tugging rope up the creek side
and swinging into the long line of horizon.

By Catherine Zickgraf

mother helping son to climb on tree


Catherine Zickgraf has performed her poetry in Madrid, San Juan, and three dozen other cities, but now her main jobs are to hang out with her family and write more poetry. Her work has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet Press, and The Grief Diaries. Her new chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published through Aldrich Press and is available on Amazon.com.

Photo by tunedin123

Military Move to Georgia

The sky’s eyelid unseals in the east,
unlacing tree lashes across the horizon.
A star slopes the dome of cornflower expanse
beside the sinking spirit of morning moon.

Blurry-eyed, she writes from the passenger side.
Their youngest points out, spaceship!
at a rusty silo ready to launch by the road
behind low wires strung on poles holding a field in.

They plan to settle roots outside town,
where live oak line longleaf pine and forest sky.
She awaits waking to rose light on their pillows
and journaling in the breeze of a new porch swing.

Though she dozes she is sowing her family of boys
to gather them in with him at the harvest—
teaching them to arise purposefully into their lives,
to rejoice in accomplishing their fullness of days.

By Catherine Zickgraf

wooden swing hanging on large live oak tree


Catherine Zickgraf has performed her poetry in Madrid, San Juan, and three dozen other cities, but now her main jobs are to hang out with her family and write more poetry. Her work has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet Press, and The Grief Diaries. Her new chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published through Aldrich Press and is available on Amazon.com.

Photo by Lindsay Helms