In fallow season

This entry is part 18 of 29 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2012-13

In fallow season, on blasted ground
I did not know I grew my love—

How often I keened, blind knife
thrashing in the belly of the rain

before I came to know what kindness
wound like fog through every branch—

Luisa A. Igloria
01 30 2013

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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About Luisa A. Igloria

Poet Luisa A. Igloria (website) is the author of Juan Luna’s Revolver (2009 Ernest Sandeen Prize, University of Notre Dame Press), Trill & Mordent (WordTech Editions, 2005) and 8 other books. When she isn’t writing, reading, or teaching, she cooks with her family, hand-binds books, listens to tango music, and keeps her radar tuned for cool lizard sightings.
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