The Wasteland – Catherine Hamrick

Out of the Wasteland: Spring Unfurling

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T.S. Eliot popped into my mind today. After all, April begins. He called it the cruelest month. However, today my thoughts drift to two powerful lines that open Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales. Drink in the wonder. Change does not always necessitate pain—it can be beautiful. Embrace the season. Whan that Aprille […]

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Immersion

I never toe-squished from a rocky shore To wade into a duck-and-water cover That would salvage my muddy, sidestepping soul. The Mississippi sun’s baptismal fire Plunged me into turquoise-tiled bliss While polka dots snowed my slick lime Speedo— A state of grace fogging my goggles. This meditation ran long and lean, Paced by thirty-two concrete-grazed […]

Twin Flames in a Divine Wind

I caved to darkened dining,

And purposeless thought spelunking

As two creamy tapers flickered—

In mismatched Steuben candlesticks.

A draft yin-yanged their tiny flames,

And the waxing and waning drip-drip

Hypnotized and then steadied

My far-sightedness focus forward; . . .

The New Orange

In the dead of August, A few leaves yellow-scuttled yards Unready for rakes, autumn’s casual brush by— A 68-degree flirt with sweater weather after a fine rain. In a deeper South, the Amazon burned; The slideshow played, a frame or two, On a small screen, swiped by android thumbs Tracking the finer points of the […]