Remembering Wendell Berry
When I am done with
life’s noisy city street lamps
its stoplights and obligations
its rectangular calendar
its nervous tic of clock
let me enter at last
into water, into fish, into feather
into root, into branch, into leaf
into the ever elderberry
Let my children find me
in the regularly scheduled
late afternoon heaven
of frog song at sunset
with angel egrets
and devil anhinga
—Mark Folse
Heron Ever After, Amen
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Trampoline, Unlikely Stories, Peauxdunque Review, LMNL Anthology, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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