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10/14/2014

Unraveling

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Photograph by Reka Jellema. June 2011. Untitled. For Addie.
Unraveling

Plastic taste of water
in her jug, loose threads
in a crocheted rug
How long before it unravels
Remembering my ball in the boot
Just wanna kick it, kick it
and run
My feet punching holes
in the snow
Mum yellin' at me --
for doin' nothin'
Grabbin' me in a hug squeezin'
the breath outta me, she reckons
Nana's better off here

She's far better off there, Sis
Look at her
she doesn't even know
you anymore, and this place
look at it
No, I don't mean it like that
You know I don't mean
Don't look at me like that
I called
I wrote
I came back didn't I?

How could he look at me
that way? he was a liar,
a prattler, like Da.
My raw bones crawl into
the edges of that shawl
The one Mum crocheted
her fingers gray and worn
This bench is cold
and on the road a car
slow and shined as death drives by
it's hard to breathe--
the playground bairns stare
snowballs at me
Mum is near a memory
I'm losing 
my
way home

With Kathryn Ross and Brendan Bonsack
By Kathryn Ross, Brendan Bonsack, and Reka Jellema
October 2014

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10/6/2014

What Shape It Takes

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Photograph by Reka Jellema. September 2014. Untitled
What Shape it Takes

See how this love for you
Has channeled my face
Trace tributaries
From brow to cheek
Give me your hand
And ask what shape
It takes. This love
I gave in perfect drops
Of melting snow
The saline bead poised
At the mountain top


Written with Brendan Bonsack
By Brendan Bonsack and Reka Jellema
September 2014

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9/7/2014

The Lay By

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We pulled up
In the lay by
To let
the seasons pass

Browned oak
Leaves and a
Pair of hands
Turned on
A branch

Upon occasion
Our shoulders
Touched

Snow bunched
In the wheel hubs

The roadside ponies
Quieted we missed ice
Turned off winter,
A television
Screen

We watched the
Seasons pass

Two oranges
Our picnic
Sun dimmed
Petrol-fumed breath

You stood apart
Under a new
Moon I fell
Asleep to the Levee

Deep in a
Pouch of the
Down low tones
Of you,

Singing autumn
On the way

In the lay by
Where we
Stopped -- shivering
Ice laced milkweed

Seasonally

By Reka Jellema and Brendan Bonsack
July 2014


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7/28/2014

July 28th, 2014

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Silvery confetti
loosed from on high, lacing
Scotch pines
We held our breath, hushed
by winter white
The dog licked snow
from the sky

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