Selected Work

        by Lynn Edge












        Xeriscape


        May in Artesia, New Mexico. The habitual west wind blows, but
        too hot for my Schnauzers in the car. I stop at La Fonda?s for
        an order of cheese enchiladas to go, then take my foil plate to
        the city park. At a picnic table with two dogs at my feet, I
        gaze across the street into a yard bordered by rust-red lava
        rock. In the center stands a massive Spanish dagger with plumes
        of white blossoms. Crimson tips atop long canes of octocillo
        wave in the favonian breeze. The milky greens of agave and
        cenizo lend variety to bright verdancy. As I admire the desert
        plants, my hand drops to caress a silky head.

        little rain

          woman with hose
              waters by hand


        Mountain Glazes


        During gloomy days on the Texas Coast, I remember the colors of
        New Mexico and how my spirits rise as I walk up Sudderth Drive,
        absorbing the hues of Ruidoso. Slanted morning light touches a
        row of shops painted red, blue, or green. Dried red ristras
        hang on porches. A crimson staircase spirals to a second-story
        boutique. Exquisite in detail, McGary bronzes blind the eye to
        lifeless metal. Black bears of carved wood sit in yards. If I
        am lucky, I catch a glimpse of Sierra Blanca frosted with snow.

        my earrings--

          tiny pine cones
              dipped in gold


        From New Orleans


          guest room--
          the trundle bed
          remains hidden

        A few months after Hurricane Katrina, my daughter
        forwards a message from the owners of a bed & breakfast
        where she once stayed:

        "An oak fell on the front porch. Water rose four feet
        in the lower floor, but the upper rooms are undamaged.
        We hope to repair and reopen soon."

        I imagine the Greek Revival mansion with paint peeling,
        its white columns marred by water stains. A giant tree,
        heavy with blossoms, sheds white petals onto the lawn.

          moist heat
          the scent of magnolias
          along with musk.


        Lynn Edge lives in Texas. Her writing straddles a line between poetry and prose. Her haibun have appeared in Lunarosity, Kaleidowhirl, Flashquake, Contemporary Haibun Online and Print Edition. She's also published in Rose and Thorn, Wilmington Blues, Flash in the Pan and other ezines. She is currently working on a chapbook entitled New Mexico Missives.


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