{"id":1737,"date":"2013-07-18T22:44:10","date_gmt":"2013-07-19T06:44:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1737"},"modified":"2013-08-19T09:14:51","modified_gmt":"2013-08-19T17:14:51","slug":"kay-mullen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1737","title":{"rendered":"Kay Mullen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Out of the Alphabet Horn<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>tumbles the fruit and fire of my life,<br \/>\nthe heart and harvest of words.<br \/>\nAs a child I learned to breathe soft O\u2019s<br \/>\nand Ah\u2019s, click T\u2019s and K\u2019s, letters<\/p>\n<p>strung like beads of stone.<br \/>\nOur ancestors survived on oxen, inverted<br \/>\nthe yoke to form A. Clans clung to seeds<br \/>\nof insight and drew a bow on the eye<\/p>\n<p>of history. They predicted with patterns:<br \/>\nB hogans standing to guard the rivers,<br \/>\nV hooks for prodding horses with H-fence<br \/>\nprotections, O\u2019s in the eyes of osprey,<\/p>\n<p>M\u2019s estuary. Letters tumbled to me<br \/>\nover centuries. Even Einstein withdrew<br \/>\nfrom questions of monkey tail\u2019s Q,<br \/>\nastonished at history ahead of itself.<\/p>\n<p>There is always room in the beta<br \/>\nfor the Buddha, bract of the scauler willow,<br \/>\nwomen with eyes in their hands,<br \/>\ndrawing the unpredictable bow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Out of the Alphabet Horn&#8221; is reprinted from\u00a0<em>Tattoos on Cedar,\u00a0<\/em>2006.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Kay Mullen\u2019s work has appeared in a variety of poetry journals and anthologies, most recent journals: <em>Valparaiso<\/em><em> Poetry Journal, Appalachia,\u00a0<\/em><em>Wrist Magazine,<\/em> <em>San<\/em><em> Pedro River<\/em><em> Review<\/em>. She has authored three full-length poetry collections, <em>Let Morning Begin<\/em>, 2001, <em>A Long Remembering: Return to Vietnam, <\/em>2006<em>, <\/em>and most recent, <em>Even the Stones, <\/em>2012. Kay received an MFA in poetry, Rainier Writing Workshop,Pacific Lutheran University.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Out of the Alphabet Horn &nbsp; tumbles the fruit and fire of my life, the heart and harvest of words. As a child I learned to breathe soft O\u2019s and Ah\u2019s, click T\u2019s and K\u2019s, letters strung like beads of &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1737\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[545,349,8],"tags":[624,625],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1737"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1737"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1737\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1879,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1737\/revisions\/1879"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1737"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1737"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1737"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}