Tag Archives: April

April

The pines hold their arms wide open to me, and never tire. The crows are better at living, and smarter, we both know this. The stream runs cold and clear, clearer than my head, not nearly as cold As the … Continue reading

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My Snowy April

Murmansk, Salekhard, Igarka, Iakutsk, Magadan, Komsomolsk, Baykal-Amu. Stalin’s GULAG blistered like herpes across the groin of Siberia, like the Katorga camps of the czars before him. This is not Sonja Henie, not Stockholm, not Drottnignholm Palace, no spring cruise on … Continue reading

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Into April Night

This Good Earth rolls down the year’s trajectory into a long period of darkness, like a crone letting go into the territory of troubled dreams, and then awakens, a babe reborn into light, that we might, too, live, if not … Continue reading

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April, Poet, Rain

The canal is smooth and gray as wet pavement. 3 black birds fly west with some purpose unknown to me, the only observer who will relate this fleeting fact to another living being. When you read this poem, its purpose … Continue reading

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April Sunset

the goose and gander pierce the sky like twin arrows in a crimson heart

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April Morning

Biking to work this morning east on Houghton Canal Road into the creamy light of dawn, the world is reflected upside down and nearly perfect, only softer and inviting me to wade into icy water. The sun bursts over the … Continue reading

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April Night

The moon is as big — high in the clear April night — as my shining heart.

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