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Showing posts with label Jeff Davis Dean. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 27, 2023

For My Grandmother Effie

Effie Dickey Dean
10/25/1884 – 10/26/1951
By Moristotle

My father’s mother became distant to me
in a way that can happen between a woman
and her mother-in-law to be,
especially one strong and outspoken
like Effie Dickey Dean,
who made her opinions known,
like the poet James Dickey she might have been related to,
who said if anything he wrote sounded like Robert Frost
he would flush it down the toilet.

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Dreams of day and night

Photo by Vic Midyett
By Moristotle

The first is a dream of night, real as real:
    Siegfried has returned from having left us,
    from being gone away,
    his nubby hair stiff in short sprigs
    because it is weeks past his last grooming.
    It feels so real on my imagined finger tips,
    stroking him as he sleeps on top of our covers,
    himself as real as a character in a drama,
    as real as the person he had been for us:
    daily, nightly, always, forever.