Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich (Title after Iain S. Thomas’s poem The Sweet Release) I am so tired I start to doze off, my head on your living room floor next to a pile of Scrabble tiles, curled up like a cat On an ottoman. I am so tired that the bath towel…… Continue reading The Sweet Release
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Summer of ’22
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich I have the route memorized now— Kennedy to 96A to 138, past Interlaken and Trumansburg to 89, straight into Ithaca. Cayuga Lake stamped on my wrist forever, gripping the steering wheel through golden fields and shining water, bright behind me in my rearview mirror. Behind me, gone is…… Continue reading Summer of ’22
Daylight Savings
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich The water’s edge draws us closer. Plumes of dried, browning teasel, marsh grasses, and goldenrod stand tall above us as we crouch over the shore, just barely waving in the soft ripples of wind. Small raindrops touch the lake’s surface, each one barely making it the far distance…… Continue reading Daylight Savings
Labor Day
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich It poured all night and all day. The world is blue. I drove over midday and we walked in it, through the gardens and the woods and the preserves. Fog lowers itself closer and closer to the ground as early evening approaches, and it starts to rain straight…… Continue reading Labor Day
Night of No Stars
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich This day of the second summer knows that I adore you. The sun is clear on your face; warm, but not yet hot enough to be sticky. That night, I dreamed of you sleeping flat on me. – In the middle of the forest, I stare right into…… Continue reading Night of No Stars
Awaiting August
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Awaiting August, it’s like I’ve woken from a hundred-year-long springtime sickness. Late winter has never been easy for me— days worth of steel skies, cold winds sweeping flat fields of cracked, brittle cornstalks, brass puddles in the field behind my yard, last summer’s crushed, damp weeds stuck to…… Continue reading Awaiting August
Endearment
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich 11/02/2021-11/03/2021 No one needs to know that it was you who pressed closer to me early this morning. No one needs to know that I remember you from almost two Januarys ago, that I remember winter on the other side of the tall church windows, making the early…… Continue reading Endearment
New Blue Hue
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich I wish to be all the blue that touches you, The color around and between my fingers, Off the dark blue deep end. – I made my bed with the pink comforter today for the first time in days. Carry me to this bed. Lay me down and…… Continue reading New Blue Hue
The Forests and the Fields
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich We hold each other Between the trees, in fields as Wide as the ocean. (Alternate) We hold each other In the forests, in wide fields Not bordered by trees.
Two Haikus: Evening Rain
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Two Haikus: Evening Rain The rain tonight sends Everyone to their houses. Our fingertips and Faces turned up, we Walk, side-by-side, to my car Beneath the damp trees. Two Haikus: Evening Rain (Alternate) The rain sends all souls To their houses tonight. Our Fingertips turned up, We walk…… Continue reading Two Haikus: Evening Rain
Kindergarten 