by Carolyn M. Crane | Oct 6, 2012 | poetry
This poem first appeared in the 1987 Suisun Valley Review under the title “Innocence and the Bulbs”. My peach zippered-down formal crackled As you reached in, finding my back, Fumbling with my Norform AA bra strap. My back was all you dared to touch That...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Apr 24, 2012 | Community, poetry
This poem was published in the Sonoma Mandala in 1987. trembling I would watch Sister Mercy’s weathered hands work the soil in the convent garden I would hide half behind the bird bath till the stark white of my anklet among green weeds would confess my presence...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Mar 22, 2012 | photographs, poetry |
Last week I walked into the dining room and saw these flowers a friend had left. Right away I remembered this poem, and a time long ago when I first discovered quince. I said, “I love you.” You said, “I brought fresh quince,” and you spliced it...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Feb 19, 2012 | poetry |
In the 1990s, the Coyote Women were frequent performers on the San Juan Ridge. I was one of the few “townies” the women invited, and I was honored to be included. I’d like to gather some names and memories from others who remember this time in our...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Feb 14, 2012 | poetry
You stand by the table that carries remnants of our breakfast, wipe your beard of my moisture. My body tangled in pillows and comforters I realize I have witnessed your beard gray these past ten years, noticed curly silver emerge on your chest and groin. You smile,...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Oct 26, 2011 | poetry
So many people I know and love right now are experiencing heartbreak, relationships ending and changing. It is impossible to see one’s way out of the pain when trapped in its midst. One friend says the key is to keep the blood flowing, keep breathing, keep...
