The impetus for my poem “North” came from an Elizabeth Bishop poem, “The Moose.“ The premise of Bishop’s poem is that the speaker is riding a bus, leaving a familiar town, and a moose blocks the road in the countryside. The poem is memorable for the description of the moose, but the angle I was […]
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Out the door and down the hill. Past the elementary school and across the soccer fields. The trailhead, past where deer graze, next to where the river slides fast and quiet. The warning signs and then the tree mural, the hidden entrance to the park, through the park to the first bridge, past the middle […]
1. all the maples finally shed their brittle ears ready for muting snows a storm’s falling white eyeblinks raise fears of a sudden snap being left out by the world being sent to wait in the hall hearing only reflections of what’s going on or worse nothing at all no breath rhythm to count time […]
