Monthly Archives: November 2010

Movable Voice

She gave the text of his voice her voice to hear it in her head as she read until one day he called his voice unlike anything she imagined thin to her deep edgy to her amused worried by her … Continue reading

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Squirrel Town

Squirrels in red oak, white oak, black oak, bear oak, squirrels in the hickories: mockernut, shagbark, bitternut, pignut; squirrels scampering in red maple, black locust, sourwood, walnut, squirrels in jack pine, pitch pine, loblolly pine, squirrels attached like Velcro to … Continue reading

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Writer’s Block

I cough them down, keep them. Words clamber up my veins, taking another route. Their slow thrumbeat begins to form a consensus. I leave them to their skidaddling while I drive the minivan full of children to their houses. That … Continue reading

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Tracking

There. The single coarse hair plucked wild from your side, waving imperceptibly with each small breeze, a tiny flag telling your direction. Lips chapping in November’s chill, I climb through Beartown Forest. You, coyote, are the trail I follow. You, … Continue reading

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Writing a Poem

I do not know who will be there when I start, so the walk begins with feet of stone — I did not think we were so far apart. I carry something forward into the dark: vague expectations, kindnesses, small … Continue reading

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The Wager

Every day I wager grandmother’s heirloom white glove, the delicate line of pearls sewn tight like the story of her seduction, for this: that she will see me, cross into me bringing fingerfuls of her own soil so I will know … Continue reading

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Boundary Crossings

In the gateless garden I always waited. One Sunday morning, as quiet descended I let the first yellow of the world come inside to visit. Aren’t all risks incalculable?   First she danced in the birdbath tinkering with the angles and … Continue reading

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