Lies & Truths

Lies & Truths

Lies & Truths

A Poem by Kersten Christianson

      Comfortable in my own skin.  Salt in the shaker, body warmed by a hand-knit sweater.  Toothy smiles in photographs, selfies from the Vegas Strip, New York City (bright lights & dim sum).  Jagged smooth, the eye-catching stones picked and pocketed from rock shops like scattered stars along the Trans-Canadian Highway.  Like tiny baby teeth housed in a silver snuff box.  My father’s stubbornness, a braided river quartz forging through valleys of only black or only white.  Joys tucked among the chapbooks on the shelf, arranged by color:  sepia for the unknowable ancestors, yellow for my daughter’s hand drawn childhood art, blue that my words may be prolific.

From Nostalgia, Through Now & Beyond

From Nostalgia, Through Now & Beyond

Confined

Confined