by Kimberly L. Becker
At Manassas the highway stained with blood
from where you hit the deer or seepage from
the Civil War (you didn’t hit the deer
but might have or perhaps you hit the person
whose bicycle—front wheel and severed frame
was one of three incongruous symbols
seen that day as you drove towards Roanoke,
the others being a group of three white horses
and a stone bridge to nowhere now--now here?)
And in your highway reach of mind you held
sadness swaddled like an infant, stillborn,
and said goodbye to every inch of it,
examined it the way they say elephants
do their dead, exploring all the contours
in a ritual of grief, saying God be
with you or in Cherokee or German
until we meet again, knowing that you wouldn’t
“On I-66,” was first published in The Dividings, by Kimberly L. Becker
© 2014 Wordtech Communications LLC, Cincinnati, Ohio.
Reprinted with permission.
Kimberly L. Becker is author of Words Facing East; The Dividings (WordTech Editions), and Flight (forthcoming, MadHat Press). Her poems appear widely in journals and anthologies, including Indigenous Message on Water; Women Write Resistance: Poets Resist Gender Violence; and Tending the Fire: Native Voices and Portraits (University of New Mexico Press). She has received grants from MD, NJ, and NC and held residencies at Hambidge, Weymouth, and Wildacres. Kimberly has read at venues such as The National Museum of the American Indian (Washington, DC), Split This Rock, and Wordfest. She has served as a mentor for PEN America's Prison Writing Program and AWP's Writer to Writer Program.
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Kimberly L. Becker, Poet
In the Purple and Blue of It
—From Words Facing East By Kimberly L. Becker
Walking the property
In the late afternoon
In the purple and blue of it
The stand of pines
Fairytale deepness
Past the reservoir
Crunching hulls of black walnuts
Thinking:
This is sacred ground
My eyes devour the view
That I like to claim as mine
But know it’s not, despite the deed
When I return to the anxiety
Of the city
I will long for this land
As a lover for the body of the beloved
I will recall its voice
The trickle of creek
call of hawks
rain as it comes up
the valley
I have seen mesas
Great red tables
Altars for sacrifice
But it is these mountains
I hold against the bruise of my heart
The purple and blue
Of their mothering forms
Purple and
blue
Words Facing East (WordTech
Editions, 2011)
Copyright © Kimberly L. Becker. All rights reserved.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Born in Georgia, raised in North Carolina,
Kimberly L. Becker is a member of Wordcraft Circle of Native Writers and
Storytellers and is of Cherokee/Celtic/Teutonic descent. She is the author of
two poetry collections, Words Facing East (WordTech Editions, 2011)
and The Dividings (WordTech Editions, 2014). Individual poems appear
widely in journals and anthologies. Other published writing includes
fiction, essays, reviews, and a series of interviews with other Native writers.
Current projects include adapting traditional Cherokee stories into plays for
the Cherokee Youth in Radio Project at the Cherokee Youth Center in Cherokee,
North Carolina. Kimberly has been awarded grants from the New Jersey State Arts
Council, the Montgomery County Arts and Humanities Council (Maryland), as well
as a fellowship to the Hambidge Artist Residency Program in the North Georgia
mountains. She has held an Individual Artist Award in Poetry from the Maryland
State Arts Council and been Writer-in-Residence at Weymouth Center for the Arts
and Humanities (North Carolina). She has been a featured reader at many
venues, including "Native Writers in DC" at the Smithsonian's National
Museum of the American Indian. She is happiest within sight of the mountains.
www.kimberlylbecker.com
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Kimberly L. Becker
Shaking the Snow
(for Susan)
In the night yard,
the old magnolia is
heavy
with all-day
fall
so I go and begin
lowering the branches,
pulling and releasing
just enough
for the snow to shake off
and keep the limbs from breaking
under unabated weight.
I walk around the tree
and when I’m finished
I stand inside the circle.
Just me and the tree
with the rim of cast-off
snow as boundary.
Beyond, the yard lies
pristine except for exuberant dog tracks.
What if someone took our
burden from us lightly?
Shook us just enough
that we let fall
whatever weighed
our spirit
down?
You did that once, for me.
I was frozen
and with your bracing words
you shook the sorrow
from my limbs
so that I stood centered once again
with the boundaries of my life around
and new.
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Washing the Blankets
By Kimberly L. Becker
After your fever breaks
and you’re headed back to school,
I strip your bed
to wash the residue of flu.
Pillowcases, sheets, blankets
all heaped into the wash.
I think of other blankets,
other outcomes.
Add bleach to the load.
Aim to get the blankets white, white, white.
First published in Crab Creek Review, Summer 2009
© Kimberly L. Becker
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
After your fever breaks
and you’re headed back to school,
I strip your bed
to wash the residue of flu.
Pillowcases, sheets, blankets
all heaped into the wash.
I think of other blankets,
other outcomes.
Add bleach to the load.
Aim to get the blankets white, white, white.
First published in Crab Creek Review, Summer 2009
© Kimberly L. Becker
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Kimberly L. Becker is a member of Wordcraft Circle of Native Writers & Storytellers. Her poetry appears in many journals and anthologies, such as Diverse Voices Quarterly, Future Earth Magazine, I Was Indian (FootHills), Pemmican, Platte Valley Review, and Poets and Artists. Finalist for the DeNovo Award (C&R Press), she received a FY10 grant from the Arts and Humanities Council of Montgomery County (MD) to study Cherokee language, history, and culture in Cherokee, NC. Current projects include adapting Cherokee myths into plays for Cherokee Youth in Radio Project at the Cherokee Youth Center in Cherokee, NC.
Words Facing East (WordTech Editions, 2011) is her first book of poetry.
Visit her website at www.kimberlylbecker.com
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