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  November 2014
volume 11 number 2
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Donelle Dreese
November 2014
   

 

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    Donelle Dreese is the author of two poetry chapbooks, A Wild Turn and Looking for a Sunday Afternoon, and a novella, Dragonflies in the Cowburbs. Donelle's poetry and fiction have appeared in publications such as Quiddity International, Hospital Drive, Roanoke Review, Connotations, Blue Lyra Review, Appalachian Heritage, Runes, Gulf Stream Magazine, Journal of Microliterature, Gadfly Online, and Conclave. Donelle is an Associate Professor of English at Northern Kentucky University where she teaches literature, creative writing and composition. For more information, you may access my website:
Donell Dreese

   

 

I Brew For You

Teabags are for toothaches.

Only loose leaf
will surround you
with tundra swans
when your day
has been a series
of smoldering tree stumps

when you've been standing too long
in your own noise
waiting for someone to say
ssshhhhh.

I brew for you
because I love that your ears
are not packed with sand
when the world is talking

that when you see a dewy
spider web, you think
it's stuck with stars

because when the laundry
pile is a mile high, you say
I think I'll just stop wearing clothes.


(originally published on the Tupelo Press Live from the Loft website May 2013)

copyright 2014 Donelle Dreese