Monthly Archives: March 2014

melt

spring begins not with crocuses or tree budding but with snow softening over raw mud not so much happening as unmaking that slow thing in the north we call thaw Advertisements

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Patience

My spin and fidget are past, though I toy with the right word for this waiting: A quietness thinner than paper slides between the gun magazines and last year’s parenting tips, a business of eyes and mind learning a recipe … Continue reading

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Mud (fragment)

The paths that I walked are grown over, impassable from melt a mud that holds everything still in its need for footprints and bones, not yet hardened to shale a process that kills and preserves you call fossilization but I … Continue reading

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March is not spring (micro)

March is not spring promised in seed catalogs other places here, it is unbloomed, precrocus want a softening, finally naked and waiting

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full worm moon

The robin’s voice breaks the back of winter. You can see it if you know where to look: the rise of sap pinking the tips of maple branches or dripped to thin cicles snapped from tap mouths and tasted, a … Continue reading

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like a toothache, like herpes

What can I say here.  I had to revisit the poem from 2012, because the man that inspired this told me yesterday that he missed me.  TMI?  Perhaps.  I still really, really like this poem.     If I say … Continue reading

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March is not spring

March is not the spring promised in seed catalogs other places here, it is the unbloomed, precrocus want of mud under ice a softening, finally naked but still waiting

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