Let Me Tell You Something

A lot of us are liars,
telling tales long past our days
of being out of school.

We’re the quiet town criers
selling our souls
on every street corner.

You may think you know us,
but every word we say could be truth
or fiction.

Anyone who uses—
anyone who chooses
their words so carefully,
should arouse your suspicion.

And when the muse conspires
with us to summon up
some notions we want to disperse
(be it story, tale, or verse),
we must discern
if we even dare trust her.

Just because you follow
us in our addiction—think
you’ve got us sussed,
(maybe I’m the biggest liar—
or worse, someone else entirely).

Kathleen Mortensen © 2017

From the Ashes


We pray for our friends in Australia who have recently lost so much.

Photo by Graeme Pinniger(2007) on Flickr
(Banksia “men” after an Australian bush-fire)

After the Fire

After the fire, we will need to rebuild
Not just the house–but ourselves;
Raise a new roof, hang some pictures,
Put up some new-built bookshelves.

After the fire, when there’s merely,
The cinders, the ashes, the grime;
We’ll start up from scratch, with fresh linens–
Make new beds for the very first time.

After the fire, once we’ve settled
With nothing we knew from before;
We’ll reach back to recapture the treasures
From old lives, we still crave at our core.

After the fire, we’ll have nothing,
Save each body, each soul and each mind,
But we’ll hold in our heart all the memories
Of those days that have blown to the wind.

Kathleen Mortensen©2009

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