Valerie Fern's Writings
Nov.20.2012
The night before left an unsettling moon
With oaks, dripping moss and must
Their smell like casks, both pleasant and
Distinctive to my senses.
Then, the sacred otherness you bring
Making its way home, relinquishing
All that was and all that will be,
Mine.
Your soothing voice, a soft wind
Fueling an extinguished flame
Within my soul,
Healing...
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Nov.20.2012
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Poem
Oct.15.2012
Here comes that black crow again
Seems so tall when he hovers
Out of the shadows
Out of the fog, the grime
Once again, carrying heavy gloom
The same way Sound is carried on the soldiers' boots,
Caked in mud and lies
Bringing the darkness, strangling the hope
Sleek and black like ebony bark, burnt skin, black rice.
It's true.
Stained hearts...
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Sep.24.2012
We bought you a bicycle for 20 bucks at a yard sale
down the street from the house we used to rent.
It seemed the decent and kind thing to do since you
lost your driver's license due to all those DUI's over the years.
The timing of the purchase was perfect; given a small
window of oppotunity you afforded me to offer up one
of my sisterly lectures regarding...
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Poem
Aug.27.2012
Musty silence
where the sun hissed down.
It takes and takes until there is nothing left
except a field of frozen grass with no one around.
No one, except Jesus.
(She wonders if He's smiling.) She does not know.
Faint scents of tea rose, lemonsage and the ache ...
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Poem
Jun.14.2012
La Vida (Life)
(for aims.)
Writers, like musicians, are so full of themselves. ...
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Jun.13.2012
Never had I witnessed such a landscape.
Never had I felt the Spirit of hot quiet winds trickling down my spine.
Trickling down the handsome cliffs, seemingly stopping at their sculpted bases;
Bases stained in blood-reds, yellows and indigo hues like dusk.
All wonderful against the blue; the blue that will always be here, as it is now, no...
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Poem
Apr.25.2012
Watching as new leaves
of the most tender green open in front of my eyes.
Just like all of us, always blossoming.
Just like the twilight, soon will let her curtain down and
succumb, I will, to pink shadows and the smell of hickory burning.
Like leaves in fall, eventually turn the color of ground tumeric,
fading away like candles.
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Poem
Mar.23.2012
haiku #1
today there will be
no more eating bitterness
today, only love
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Poem
Mar.11.2012
Mighty gusts the color of red
Blow harsh and swift
During this time between the yellow and green.
There are no tea leaves to boil for tea.
No sweet potatoes. No water buffalo.
We’ve killed all the sparrows.
The few remaining shafts of wheat
Stand brittle and tawny in the suffocating air.
Meanwhile, we follow the scarlet helmsman....
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About Valerie
VALERIE FERN is a former elementary school teacher and GATE teacher who taught in Monterey County for over 13 years. She has also managed and owned two coffeehouses, raised a teenage niece, dabbled in photography and skateboard art and facilitates art and...
Causes Valerie Fern Supports
AFRP (Animal Friends Rescue Project), POMDR (Peace of Mind Dog Rescue)
CWOB (Compassion Without Borders)
Equality California
Bead For Life...
Valerie’s Favorite Books
Bel Canto, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, She's Come Undone, To Kill a Mockingbird,
Tortilla Flats
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