
Bertha Rogers, poet and visual artist, has taught poetry, mythology,
making artist's books, and theater design in public schools for over 30
years. Her poetry and reviews frequently appear in journals and anthologies.
She has won fellowships from The MacDowell Colony, The Millay Colony, and
the Ucross Foundation; and NYSCA and NYFA grants. SLEEPER, YOU WAKE, her
poetry collection, was published in 1991. Her visual art has been shown in
over 200 juried exhibits and solo shows. Founder and director of the
Catskills reading series Word Thursdays and Share the Words: A Catskills
High School Poets and Writers Consortium, she is also editor of Bright Hill
Press.
I hard-walked into the green sea daily, into the damp center, on the black bottom soil, where the corn started up each night, restless every night. I stood, crowded, fighting for air, confused by disappearing crows and the feel of leaves on my skin, my dissolving skin. I was drowning in the corn. I was up to my chin and I was drowning and no human was there, but the prairie wind, the big blue wind, was blowing everywhere, all the time, through time. And the wind, the flat blue wind, sighed, covered me, took my air, closed me. Then I drowned in the green corn; in the dark green corn, under the black loam is where I drowned. |