Author: jackiella

Winter in the Night Fields   I was getting water tonight off guard when I saw the moon in my bucket and I was tempted by those Chinese poets and their immaculate pain.   Jack Gilbert The Dance Most of All [Knopf, 2009]

December 2010 Hi, Everyone:   Another year comes to a close and my Christmas Card list continues its diminishment! I’m happy to say it isn’t primarily because of friends dying although there has been some of that, too. I think more and more people are using their computers to send greetings or because of year-around communication… Continue reading Happy New Year and Greetings of the Season

It's such a pretty day out, I decided to comment rather than seeking out a poem to post. I spent last weekend at the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets' fall conference in Stevens Point and enjoyed two wonderful poets: Freya Manfred and Todd Boss. Freya gave us an exercise and I got a very satisfying poem… Continue reading WFOP Fall Conference

The capsule breaks out of the hole crowd cheers, he is Edison Pena and he is an Elvis fan. He is number twelve. He's free and the hugging begins--mother and son clasp each other like it's the last time not the first time of their new lives. Edison appears to be strong. He is smiling his… Continue reading The Rescue at Copiapo, Chile

Grasses fan with wind Waves lick shore with salty tongues Ferries cavort in surf

I've always wanted a tattoo a miniature cougar, green eyes and bright red tongue or a rose of carmine dressed with dew. First it was my mother, Oh you'll spoil your body. Then my fear of the men who stood outside the tattoo places, anchors, snakes, and wearing leather gloves without fingers. Last year I thought… Continue reading The Tattoo

Norb Blei has posted a poem of mine on his Bashos Road site. To see, follow the link below http://bashosroad.outlawpoetry.com/jackie-langetieg-du-fu-writes-to-himself-of-ennui/jackie-langetieg/haiku/ Another two of my favorite browsing sites are: http://caparem.blogspot.com/ and http://sharonauberle.blogspot.com/ Take a few moments once a week or so and whet your palette on these wonderful poems and pictures.

The sky is gray with rain clouds, the moisture welcome after the heat of August. Corn still waits in its greenish robes for someone to pull them back to see the tender young kernels, that dry out while on the stalk. In the summer, trucks arrived with teens who pulled tassels from every other row. The fine… Continue reading Harvest

On this fall day traveling a rustic road in Wisconsin’s north country I’d come upon three of them feasting by the roadside.  Thinking they were crows perhaps pheasants or when they launched skyward maybe hawks;  Then one of the three banked right coming within a wing-span of my window gliding next to me barely dipping… Continue reading A Golden Eagle Flew With Me Today

The metal footrest numbs my feet and the backless gown escapes my body. I sip barium on command: Turn this way, take a breath now blow it out--hold it, don’t breathe. The table and I fall backward in space. Images of my stomach, ghostly white,fill the small screen-- grainy like underwater movies where moray eels… Continue reading The Exam