Dusting the Glass
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Dobson trains a compassionate gaze
upon often unglamorous protagonists
or uncomfortable subjects. Precise
language and startling imagery evoke
the subtle significances of everyday
existenceof youth and aging,
regrets and revelations, dreams and
disillusionmentwhile the spaces
between images allow us to personalize
them with our own recall. Thus, we
are simultaneously drawn into both
the poems themselves and our own
memories, and we then must, as the
author has done, confront them and
wrest meaning from them. In any
case, to read these poems, we must
be undaunted by what we might find,
as Dobson must have been when she
stared these always human and often
haunting images directly in the face.
Nancy Kaye Dobson
A native Californian, Nancy Kaye Dobson began writing at the age of fifteen and won her first writing award a year later. While an undergraduate at Cal Poly State University in San Luis Obispo, she accumulated several more awards for writing, including the prestigious Academy of American Poets Prize. Her writing has previously been published in Byzantium, Cal Poly’s annual literary journal as well as The Sun Magazine. Ms. Dobson has also been invited to read at several poetry festivals at colleges and universities throughout California. Currently, she lives with her family in Northern California where she teaches high school English.
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Dusting the Glass - Nancy Kaye Dobson
Copyright © 2011 by Nancy Kaye Dobson.
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Contents
Inheritance
Day at the Fair
Choking the Sky
Gravity
Just One
Avila Sunset
Counting Pennies
Last Note
Pumpkinhead
Rival
Sylvia
Kyushu, December 1971
Box of Winter
That first hour
Daughter
Get this down
Chroma
Latitudes
Those Girls
How a Leaf falls
from the Tree
Valley of Shadows
’45
Bonnie’s Last Breath
Cow’s Diamond
Letter to Francoise
Nora
Suicide in Life Magazine
War Bride
Fresh Rain
Transient
Michelangelo
Loose Ends
Restless Evolution
No Socks for a Martyr
Bring me a flood
Drinking Dust
Restless
Invited
Prey
Crawling In
Rachel
After Ruby
The truth about dying
Reunion Station
Face It
Cloudline
Borrowed Beauty
naked
Inheritance
I kneel down sometimes, distracted,
to look in the driftwood box of my life,
not sure what I will find—valued treasures,
old brassy jewelry and gunmetal coins,
plastic shards of buttons and toys,
ink-stained documents—bus tickets, birthday cards,
and children’s reports on armadillos and South Dakota,
pitiful remnants of helium hopes,
pictures of people I no longer know,
a dusty world of enormous gifts waiting
for a potential owner to come along.
That’s when the whisperings lift up
like half-inhaled smoke in a Midwestern bar,
a Greek chorus in an epic tragedy
full of undressed advice and silken musings.
I hesitate—things have always been best for me
when I’ve left that one word unspoken
like the moment right before Romeo’s glance
found a young, anonymous Juliet-
how different things could have been.
I could breathe in, let the voices envelop me,
or collapse like a fallen sparrow,
and shuddering into silence, turn away.
I am full of a thousand mistakes,
stapled together, adorned with dirty bandaids
that conceal half-healed knicks
left by a pen that scratches me open
like a rusty blade. It wants too much-
the hungry throat of a bird,
dazzling, plump arms of the sun
that reach for the fair-skinned.
No, it’s not satisfied until I put myself,
not some prettier pseudonym, on this page.
The unsaid words are familiar to me-
nourishing as a thick, yellow salve
or night cream on cracked heels.
Like secret lives that spin inside me,
I let them rule the asylum,
let rain make a salty memory
of each word’s pregnant moment,
let them seep untouched into the ground,
bury them in the mud without ceremony.
I know they long to dance wildly
on the agile tongue of a sorceress,
one who can tempt snowflakes down-
graceful and eloquent vowels of ice
falling into your open ears.
This is the moment, the chorus whispers
with a crash of cymbals,
not the familiar glow and hiss
of a reoccurring 4 a.m. dream,
the moment to take the orphaned words
into my rusty hands
like an overgrown plant I must tend to-
patiently clear away shriveled leaves,
pruning and clipping, as I examine tiny buds
beginning to emerge, beat by beat,
from the dark tunnel of the branch’s safety,
until the living embers have space to breathe,
open and unfurl themselves, writhe
and twist like fraying ribbons in the wind,
and all the world—every sharp corner
and rounded edge smooth off my tongue,
rises like a salvaged barge-coming back to life,
as it’s pulled, dripping and heaving
from a dark sea.