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Ottava Doggerel
Ottava rima you’re kicking my assUsually iambs are not that all that hardAnd this rhyme scheme don’t take a lot of brass —But dang it, I’m just not feeling the bard,Much less Byronic (or iconic) to boot.It’s a Monday night … Continue reading
Bird sounds near Jolly Hollow
The birds were solitary today. The loon called from beyond the ice, a call of arrival and inquiry. I almost missed it. The pileated woodpecker hammered the tree right behind me. I jumped. No missing it. Further down the way, … Continue reading
Cherry blossom dreams
Snow scented blossomswarming buds of memoryin a slow Maine spring.
Letting go
I’m letting go of old longings to share coffee in the morning and dishes at night, and all the little daily driftings in between. It’s no good, that desire. It turns back on me, a freight of expectation and judgment … Continue reading
morning booms as the sun dwells on the ice-bound pond; edges tinkling, lulled to brittle at dusk
A Fine Disregard For Awkward Facts
My dog has this in common with new lovers: his nose for the noisome is splendid while his sense of context runs away. He loves what smells wretched despite the rest of our dismay.
Sea Shanty Haiku
The ancient whale-road It’s a long road with no turns And no shanty songs
Winter will not end
Winter will not end this year. Spring will not come. Water will not run down the creeks, under the snow, then gorging up through the crust and ice, taking them down with it, down to the lake, where the ice … Continue reading
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