Monthly Archives: May 2014

The Thing with Feathers

A late May frost overnight and in the grey light of dawn breath hangs visible in air still and cold as autumn. From the square a block over a cacophony of crows sounds, tormenting a fox into short, harsh shrieks. … Continue reading

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Biscuit Making

I’m home, making biscuits. The chili started this morning’s still simmering slow. Butter’s warm on the stove top. Another minute on the biscuits. They’re high and brown now. Added a little honey for a sweet burn in the mouth. The … Continue reading

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Wednesday Morning in Spring

At dawn (under the precise compass arc of the last half-round of moon, blackbirds and chickadees gather in a flutter of thin dark wings on the lagging lindens’ bare black branches of May to sing slight variations on their old songs … Continue reading

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At Evening

At evening the raven descends to feed among the sparrows

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A Conceit of Insects

Of all my poems not one’s as piercing as the cicada’s cry—* *’round these parts (luckily for me) it’s mostly crickets

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Mid-May Quatrain

Under the swelling moon last night the tips of magnolia petals flushed. Now the willow’s first green threads lengthen, tangled in the spring wind.

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Right There

Gulls skirmish above the cormorants—I guess that’s black and white

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