I talk you talk we'll talk


March 2018

By Halves

By Halves


When we are revealed

In diaspora

When we are outcast

Of Earth


When all we have is gone

Used up to stay alive


When there is nothing more than

Scant hope, threadbare-blown


Then we might turn to each other

In remembrance

Of promises we never


Wishing we could know each

Other now


C L Couch




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Tell Me a Story

Tell Me a Story


Blue lights

And silver magic

Castle ruins inhabited

By cursed creatures

The hero comes to help

Can she or he save the day

Or better

Save the night


This is what I want

And where I want to be

Will you take me there

To leave me for

A while

Read to me, and let me dream

The pages into life


C L Couch


If We Dance

If We Dance



a circle and a cross

the symbol for Earth has the cross inside

but this is close enough

to know

the movement is planet-wide

there are things that

don’t need new reason

for dealing with the ancient one


there is gender

women number more

the feminine make up half at least

of who we are

one by one

and altogether

who are we without

we are not whole

we countermand creation


what other gaps cannot be filled

with sex, yes, and



we are strong

and strength will out

muscle and what’s beneath

indifference energized

to charge the fight

for what should be evidential reason


someday a woman will preside

over the table

as a woman did, once

and long ago

inviting her will be


by then

let women rule

no let about it

women can and will


seek the alliance now

call it marriage


partnering or

of a presidency

in place and time


call it quits on

masculine oppression

give up the gate

that she has managed age

by age

the less-than-half survive

through what she does

the rest, the most

already know


let her in

before she keeps the rest away

celebrate the whole one

we can be


C L Couch



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While I slept, I slept

It’s not so easy anymore

Being tired isn’t enough

I need to know something was


While I was awake

Nothing monumental

Something small will do

Something small I might have done

For you


C L Couch




(note—yes, I saw the movie recently)


Nature and human come

Together for a sabbath day

A wilderness of possibilities set

Apart for eternity

The beauty in Amherst might



(she’d say it better)

Today I might be walking—

Will you walk with me, too?

Only if the crowd—will

Not be walking with you


A host of dashes hers to call

She commands them

Connections between words and a

Cosmos of actions

Options that will satisfy

Her divinities


We try to be friends—Emily,

The Lord, and I

But there is majesty in others and

Other entities to which

We must relent,

After the final time


C L Couch


beauty in Amherst

Terence Davies on the Hugeness of a Confined Life in His Emily Dickinson Biopic, ‘A Quiet Passion’



Tomorrow Look for Litany

Tomorrow Look for Litany


Quiet nature

And it’s not

It’s noisy—screeching, scratching,

Tearing, flapping, crying out

In pain or loss or delight


It’s an uneven, all-textured

Unbalanced affair

Not all spheres are smooth in space,

Not every nest has beauty


There are scars and broken limbs

That bespeak mortality

But could we have it any other way


There is math in the nautilus

And harmony when mourning doves

Begin the day in need

Conversing with each other:


Come, join me

In this tree, set with me


C L Couch


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