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It is raining hard now, splattering down, bubbling out of brown dirt into runnels, roadside rivulets, meteorological grieving, worse than the time that someone left the cake out. Après nous le deluge. Advertisements
Saturday, noon to 5:00: West wind strong and gusting, blasting around hills and pine plantations, striking at acute angles, aerodynamics. What’s lost to wind and hills you never fully regain. Sunday, 9:35 a.m.: Calm and clear, bright blue sky with … Continue reading
I am crossing the unholy waste of northern Indiana in a torrent, a terror of two conjoined twins playing one sorrowful ukulele.
A drowning man can scarcely be relied upon to map the shape of the shoreline. But mountains that look smooth from afar will not, up close, have broad ledges And easy holds to mantle, where faces lined from afar will … Continue reading
Watching the rain fill the new raised bed I dug in the garden last night The way the puddle held in a frame reflecting the misty flat sky Is created by that which contains it and how raindrops are subsumed
This poem will appear in my new book of 80 poems, Memories of When We Were Birds, to be published this month by RedDashboard. The book chronicles the passing of seasons in northern Michigan, in the environs of Liminga. … Continue reading
back to fog, drizzle, and the blackbirds are in a story telling mood