Tag: Darren Demaree

Dry creek bed in Kimble county, Texas: A black-and-white landscape photograph shows a broad, shallow creek winding across a dry, stony bed through scrubland. Pale gravel bars and scattered rocks border the water, while low shrubs and small leafless trees dot the banks. In the foreground, several fallen branches lie across the creek bed, including one long limb stretching diagonally through the frame and another tangled cluster of weathered wood near the opposite bank. Beyond the creek, dense brush rises toward low, gently rolling hills beneath a wide, softly clouded sky. Russell Lee, 1940, for the Farm Securities Administration (FSA). From NYPL Digital Collections.

“Creek Bed Meditation #1” * Poetry * Darren C. Demaree

aromatica poetica September 18, 2026

They were wrong, here is there. The tree that fell overnight still shimmers with flailing roots. Findings, openings, bones that can be cleared from the shale, time is a hawk & I’m a hawk & even our flights are not so elegant. It’s all bodies, awkwardly falling into each other. Think. Think. Crash. —About Darren C. Demaree— My poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including Hotel Amerika, Diode, North American Review, New …

Drawing of colorful potatoes—brown, red, purple, yellow—in a wood bucket floating on a Hubble deep field image of galaxies.

“Emily as Cometary Grains” * Poetry * Darren Demaree

aromatica poetica March 10, 2023

Settled on the second hill of our marriage, three times alive & thrown through the throat of our own love, all we do now is laugh at everything. We have sex laughing. We talk about which revolution we want while laughing. We make meals that are four kinds of potatoes and we laugh about the fifth. I tell her I want to blacken the sky so others can see her how I do & she laughs at that, too. Six …