Deborah Ager Poems (11 Poems)
Dear Deborah, (Deborah Ager Poems)
They tell me that your hearthas been found in Iowa,pumping along Interstate 35.Do you want it back? When the cold comes onthis fast, it’s Iowa again–where pollen dispersesevenly on the dented Fords, where white houses sagby the town’s corn silos,where … Continue reading
Night: San Francisco (Deborah Ager Poem)
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its pink foam. Yesterday’s steps fill in with gray crabs. Baritone of a fog horn. A misty light warns tankers, which … Continue reading
The Tortoise In Keystone Heights (Deborah Ager Poem)
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the western sky bulging with clouds, speeding cars a few feet away- why would they not slow down? Though afternoon, a … Continue reading
Santa Fe In Winter (Deborah Ager Poem)
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it’s dark again, save for the dim infrequent streetlight bending at the neck like a weighted stem. Years have built the city in layers: balustrades … Continue reading
The Space Coast (Deborah Ager Poem)
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my feet. I ran from them. Nights, yellow lights scoured sand. What was ever found but women in skirts folded around … Continue reading
Alone (Deborah Ager Poem)
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o’clock. You are alone for the first time today. Boys asleep. Husband out. A beer bottle sweats in your hand, and sea lavender clogs the air with perfume. Think … Continue reading
Morning (Deborah Ager Poem)
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and you are filled with longing, for a brief moment, to drive off the road and feel nothing or to see … Continue reading
The Lake (Deborah Ager Poem)
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to hear: get away from here. Three o’clock. Dry leaves rat-tat like maracas. Whisky-colored grass breaks at every step and trees … Continue reading
Dear Deborah (Deborah Ager Poem)
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? When the cold comes on this fast, it’s Iowa again- where pollen disperses evenly on the dented Fords, where white … Continue reading
Night In Iowa (Deborah Ager Poem)
Nimbus clouds erasing stars above Lamoni. Jaundiced lights. Silos. Loose dogs. Cows whose stench infuses the handful of homes, whose sad voices storm the plains with longing. (Deborah Ager)
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