Julie Reeser

Between the Spaces

Sometimes a smile is just teeth,
Scylla and Charybdis,
gnashing at grief deep underneath
the eyes seeking auspices
in lank body language
as we meet and greet
each other’s damage.

Julie Reeser wanders from web page to willow grove seeking an elusive bit of contrapuntal narrative to spark her work.

Julie Reeser

Meditation

What is the distance required
for the noise of children
to mimic the ocean
like drops of laughter
rising and falling
while church bells mark the hour?

 

Julie Reeser wanders from webpage to willow grove seeking an elusive bit of contrapuntal narrative to spark her work.