I Become a Nest<\/p>\n
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One must have a mind heavy in thought Captured, they yield: I move to quash mouse holes, knots in trees, vineyard arches But no\u2013\u2013it’s just fantasy\u2013\u2013shadows I wrap them up or not.<\/p>\n One must have a mind heavy in thought Shadows wet the ground they walk on; But for me, I find true, like children beneath an attic’s eves They crack; they birth in me; they fly away.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jeanine Walker<\/a> holds a Ph.D. in Creative Writing & Literature from the University of Houston. She has been the recipient of a Donald Barthelme Memorial Fellowship and an Inprint Brown Fellowship. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Cimarron Review, Cream City Review, Gulf Coast<\/a><\/em>,<\/a> Narrative,<\/em> and Web Conjunctions. <\/em><\/a>She has worked as the Writers in the Schools Program Manager at Seattle Arts & Lectures<\/a> since 2009, has been a member of the Seattle performance poetry groups The Four Horsemen<\/a> and Re Drum Machine,<\/a> and she writes, sings, and plays trumpet for the country music duo The Drop Shadows. Jeanine also teaches poetry classes at the Richard Hugo House<\/a> and serves as the emcee for the Cheap Wine & Poetry<\/a> reading series.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I Become a Nest One must have a mind heavy in thought to gather shadows like eggs in an apron. Captured, they yield: I move to quash their gloomy nature. Slatted cupboards, mouse holes, knots in trees, vineyard arches … Continue reading
\nto gather shadows like eggs in an apron.<\/em><\/p>\n
\ntheir gloomy nature. Slatted cupboards,<\/p>\n
\nnow pull in light like a poem.<\/p>\n
\nsecure a propensity to multiply, whether<\/p>\n
\nto keep shadows like eggs in an apron.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nanguish makes an apron damp.<\/p>\n
\nwhen I shoo dark shapes into my folds<\/p>\n
\nI become a nest for the resting shadows.<\/p>\n