EastWesterly Review Home -- Blog -- EastWesterly Review -- Take2 -- Martin Fan Bureau -- Fonts a Go-Go -- Games -- Film Project -- Villagers -- Graveyard
Custom Search

EastWesterly
Review

Issues

39 | 38 | 37 | 36 | 35
34 | 33 | 32 | 31 | 30
29 | 28 | 27 | 26 | 25
24 | 23 | 22 | 21 | 20
19 | 18 | 17 | 16 | 15
14 | 13 | 12 | 11 | 10
9 | 8 | 7 | 6 | 5
4 | 3 | 2 | 1


   
Annual Conferences

24th | 23rd | 22nd | 21st | 20th
19th | 18th | 17th | 16th | 15th
14th | 13th | 12th | 11th | 10th
9th | 8th | 7th

Foundling Theory Fund

Letters from the editor

Submit your article

Links

help support us -- shop through this Amazon link!


Creative Commons License

This work is licensed
under a Creative Commons
Attribution-NonCommercial
4.0 International License
.

Postmodern Village
est. 1999
e-mail * terms * privacy
Spring Garage Dreams
by Amanda Evans

 

I like poems that open up like garage doors,

Bob Dylan said to me once in a dream.

I imagine he meant the old fashioned kind

that smell like rotting wood with chips of flaking paint,

like an old barn with a dirt floor.

Once we caught up to him after a show

in the wet brick streets of Wichita, Kansas

and someone had the audacity to ask him

for his Mom's chocolate chip cookie recipe.

Nestle-Toll House, he said.

Oh love, come look out the screen door with me.

For the masters are standing in the street of my dream

looking like ducks nesting in our yard,

for it is across the pond and seems a safe distance from the floods

that will soon be upon us in this season of threatening spring.

The daffodils are blooming! The daffodils are blooming!

It is too late to turn back now.