High Lonesome

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Nights like these I’m like a bluegrass song,

rolling twang that threatens to break apart, held

only by the fiddle, whose long stitch weaves

a low hill under a high moon, slouching even as it reaches

up toward the heavens.

 

It’s been said these songs can only look backwards

with voices that close around the heart-in-the-throat,

a lump stuck in sad pulse, each beat bracing

for the sweet red of homegrown tomatoes

but finding only dusty fields.

 

Tonight, under the weight of a cold stove and closed doors,

I call forth the once-was, the might-have, the what-could-have-been.

I gaze out the window, yearning to yawn forward and tumble toward

a road that winds a wheel within a wheel,

cleaving mud and gravel and bone and time,

spinning always homeward.


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Tory Vandeventer Pearman is an Assistant Professor of English at Miami University Hamilton, where she teaches composition and literature. She has published poetry in San Pedro River Review and Heartland Review and essays on poetry, medieval literature, and disability studies.

1 Comment

  1. Jerrill Vandeventer on

    Tory Pearman is my all time favorite poet. Her work is excellent and so down to earth, true from the heart. These feeling are right on even though she is my daughter. I am so very proud of her!

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