: Rick Wilson, T.O.R.
: Between a Rock and a Heart Place
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Winner of the David Lloyd Kreeger Creativity Award (1988) and the George Mason University Poetry Prize (1976), Brother Rick Wilson, T.O.R., presents here a collection of his finest creative writing-poems of family, love, suffering and memory. His poems are vivid, intelligent, musical, and intimate. 

“Sound is wonderfully wedded to sense here... This is a book which yields up in richness what I most long for when I pick up a book of poems: vision, experience, travel in the world as another soul views it.”-Richard Bausch. O. Henry Award, PEN/ Faulkner Award Citation.

BENEDICTION (p. 7)

("St. Anthony went to the mouth of the river by the sea, and began to call the fishes in God`s name.")

Little Flowers of St. Francis

Evening genuflects,

While I kneel at the creek`s edge

Watching bluegill rise to tossed petals,

Wanting to write words, right as rain

Smooth as skipped stones—

And release them when the aim

And balance are right.

Fish rising to the rings of forever

As they must have done

To the poor man of Padua`s blessing,

While gathering prayers in the dark.

BEERCANNUS americanus

You can find it

where the pocked faces

of NO HUNTING signs

stare dimly

from the fenceposts

leaning into autumnal shadow,

where a boy with a .22

once skittered

a Schlitz can up

the path,

his only kill

bullet-ridden

and bent,

hardly noticed now

amid the oak leaf litter,

so rich with loam

and the dark power

of moist duff

that mushrooms emerge,

fashioned like ears

pressed to the cool

forest canopy.

Listening closely,

they might hear

a chamber being loaded,

the silence

taking aim.

Pointblank.

Dead center.

SCARECROW`S DREAM

A burlap vision

of fallow stalks

that spear and

stubble the furrows

now rusted

huddled hayricks,

whispering intimations.

Smashed pumpkins

puckered to

cruel air,

even the sky

corncrib dry,

where a seedless

wind snags

like barbed wire

and from the field`s

frayed edge: a 12

gauge blast.

A crow

caws

caws

caws

its wings sweeping

at the sunset

with the scythe of song.

Frost etching

your paned landscape

(boundaried by splitrail

fences)

then a warm handprint

melting it to clarity,

twilight`s kneeling

shadow nuzzles

the cold glass

and reflected back

is a daguerreotype

plate of your face.

Smoke whisps

from a woodburning

cookstove:

slow vapor-breath

of grazing Herefords

curls.

Impaled upon a bent nail:

swatches of denim

sleeve flail

wildly with every

gust: bits of broom

and newsprint are winnowed

to the earth

heaved clods

and while calling

the tassel-haired

young ones home,

his broomstick spine

shivers

right down

to the grain.

32° AND DROPPING

my pockets

empty milkweed pods

wind-ridge eyes

red as sumac...
CONTENTS8
FOREWORD10
I. BENEDICTIONS14
Benediction16
Beercannus americanus17
Scarecrow's Dream18
3218
and Dropping20
Winter Prelude21
Quiet Cave Poem22
Quarry23
Sun Dance24
Nocturnal Benison25
The Gourd Dipper26
De Profundis28
II. BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HEART PLACE30
Saul32
Between a Rock and a Heart Place33
Compline35
Granuloma36
The Alchemy of Pain38
Dr. Schram's List41
Time On Its Side42
Poem, Little Tavern43
Exeunt45
Act of Contrition47
I.C.U.48
III. HOMING IN50
Dowser52
Relief Map53
Off The Backroads54
Search Party56
Back Tracking57
Love Poem59
Broken Sleep61
Poem at 2:17 P.M.63
Far From Home64
The Archtypal Classroom65
August Night Qualms66
Homing In68
NOTES70