May 13, 2009 / Creative Writing
I watched Rebel Without a Cause on TV late one college night when I learned …
November 26, 2012
Only the tops of trees, the blue sky.
Sometimes a bird passing by. No sound
from outside; the window won’t open.
You ask me where I am. What I see.
Sometimes all I see are the words behind
my eyes. Sometimes, a book on the desk:
Life of the Beloved. The Long Home. Or,
a single sheet with that poem about
falling in love. And there’s Jesus above
on the cross, looking sad. We are all sad,
aren’t we? Sometimes the white clouds
billowing up. The flock of birds that
sing so loud I let them in.
Marci Rae Johnson
Marci Rae Johnson is a freelance writer and editor and the poetry editor for the Cresset and for WordFarm press. Her poems appear or are forthcoming in Image, Christian Century, Main Street Rag, Collagist, Rhino, Quiddity, Hobart, Redivider,Redactions, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Louisville Review, and 32 Poems, among others. Her most recent book, Basic Disaster Supplies Kit, was published by Steel Toe Books in 2016.