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Teresa White is a Seattle native and says she has been writing as
long as she can remember. She has one book of verse published,
"In What Furnace?" by Two Steps Publishing Co. Her work has
appeared online in over a dozen journals including Avatar, Free
Cuisenart, Horsethief's Journal, Octavo, Wired Hearts, and Melic
Review.
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Mountain Men
Fathers have no sex
behind the khaki zipper,
just the weighty rage.
You almost broke
my girl-bones with a quick
rush of arms and hairbrush.
But 'o the kite flying through
the exhaled mists along the Columbia,
hiking through the low brush
around the Three Sisters,
swimming in a green-rock river.
No wonder I stay inside,
never followed your pitons up
that sheer cliff.
You never turned around to see
my shy face, freckled and in love.
You were my Moses coming down
off Sinai-- even now I break
your laws: forget a dish,
leave a light on.
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Teresa White
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The memory of Daddy haunts every little girl, one way or the other. White paints a picture with a dark background in this complex poem.
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