Category Archives: Red-winged blackbird

Serendipitous Collaboration

The image embedded lower in this post came to me courtesy of Matt Trussell, who lives beside a bog somewhere in Maine. I don’t know much more about him other than that he is quite pleasant in communication, likes baseball, … 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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After Saturday’s poem, Nothing Subtle, someone wished for a poet at their fingertips. I say be careful what you wish for. Syllabus The poet at your fingertips was once a garter snake wrapped tail in mouth around a thigh before … Continue reading

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Blackbird Palinode Tanka

A bit about palinodes here, and the link within the poem leads to the one this turns back on. Blackbird Palinode Tanka The blackbirds grow mute and hunch their red shoulders down when I open up my throat—even the moon melts … Continue reading

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The Mating Trill of the Red-Winged

The Mating Trill of the Red-Winged Out of the reeds ringing the edge of the marshy pond draining slowly into the harbour rises the mating trill of the red-winged blackbird. Every now and then one flies up to perch and … Continue reading

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