Wintering

Almost a foot of snow fell last night, and this morning’s best-laid plans were tossed away when the plowman’s tires spun more quickly than the clock which told me I’d be late for class. Machines did what machines do, a little better than we can do ourselves. Here’s to shovels shoveling. Waiting for the Plowman […]

Close Reading the Wood-pile

About this time every year, when the leaves begin to fall and the soil is perpetually wet and cushiony, I begin to long, strangely enough, for comfortable measurements. The three deer who’ve visited our lawn came back this second morning, so that’s a start. The tiny, unrecognizable bird (sparrow? finch?) fluttered in and out of […]

Poems for Snow and Spring

I can’t believe it’s already day 12 with Tupelo Press and my 30/30 project. Have you been keeping up with all 96 poems? That’s 96 poems (8 poets for March x 12 days, so far. . . ) and more to come. Follow us into spring. Tomorrow promises more snow. Find the poems inspired by these […]

Winter Work

  Winter Work Snow piles thick like skin of lost pachyderms, the ones filed into burnt tomes of obsolete glossaries. Shovel in hand I plow with fortitude into bellows of white, a knee’s worth, sugary and full of honeycombs. Slopes and muscles meet and I scoop into wicked luminosity, slay lathered pathways and toss the […]