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Tag Archives: poetry
“What Me, Cruel?”
April stares back at us and asks: What me, cruel? Because mournful windowsrattle in my winds and pots tip over, green with rust or lichen? Because hairs on your bare legsshiver like crocus? She finds us in her glassy eyeand springs: You … Continue reading
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Tagged April is the cruelest month, Baudelaire, nature poetry, poetry, rebirth, reincarnation, Spring poems, T.S. Eliot, The Muse
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In-Betweens of Mud Season
Change of season: vital transition:Material transfusion: new juice. How does the introvert welcome that? Mixed. Don’t make me give upheavy curtains pulled to nurturemy wild interior! My own twigs being burnedfor my inner heat and observation. Observe what comes upfrom winter’s meditation. Attention to … Continue reading
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Tagged dickinson, early spring, late winter, liminal, mud season, Nature, poetry
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The Dirty Socks Part of March
We’ve entered the dirty socks part of March, the dingy linen stained grunge metal time when winter’s rough hide pokes up in earth’s skin. It’s the shoulder season – not white shoulder, not tanned shoulder – the prickly wan unexercised but … Continue reading
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Tagged early spring, March, nature poetry, paradox, poetry, prose poetry, radio lab, seasonal change, Steve Strogatz, Tadashi Tokleda
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Passion of the Slighted Chapbook
Once we become aware of something, we start to see it everywhere. The long-ignored thing, which existed but meant little to us, asserts itself with a vengeance, a passion of the slighted and overlooked. Thus my relationship with chapbooks, small … Continue reading
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Tagged alternative, chapbooks, ephemera, independent publishing, indie publishing, pamphlets, poetry, Publishing, underground
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Fat Drop Song
February gives us thinking waterstrees of dessicated lacereeds hanging on memories of yellowness The pause, the somnolence, the hard work between the desert and ecstasy Then shoots of crocus grow fresh nervesin last night’s snow banks.And fat drops of melting … Continue reading
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Tagged crocus, everyday miracles, February ode, ice, lyric, phenomenology, poetry, Winter Song
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Memo for the Next Year
When I said I believed in lightness, I wasn’t kidding. Over and over, I return –not to escapism or fantasy or ostrich necks–but to dissolving solidity, breaking up the world’s fixity. My holidays – as if a wild angel came reeling from the … Continue reading
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Tagged despair, Italo Calvino, Lightness, New Years, optimism, Ovid, poetry, weight
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