19 April 2019 I don't write poems about being lost at sea, and I don't write poems about Paris, but I've always thought, if I ever make it to Europe, I'd go by boat. This, of course, is completely unpractical. But it speaks to something in me. The need for the nostalgic, some nod to … Continue reading Writing Myself Through a Drive
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To Let the Ever-Rare Go Unseen
2 April 2019: I want a page to sum up this season. I want a page to collect a bit of this time, this year. I want a page to hold something of my world today. Instead, I read Lucie Brock-Broido and Deborah Tall and drink coffee before work while first light falls over my … Continue reading To Let the Ever-Rare Go Unseen
Keeping the Season Within a Frame
19 November 2018: I read Carl Phillips with a cup of French Press coffee this morning. I note his poem, “Revolver,” for its strong, brief musicality—scribbling blue ink in the margins. A short poem, half a page and slender, it moves a long in its inevitable way. And by inevitable, I mean natural. I mean—of … Continue reading Keeping the Season Within a Frame
Beyond the Window
27 August 2018: I take a walk a cold Monday night in August. Yes, this is Montana and it’s been raining all day, the thermometer hovering around 50. Grey and puffy, the sky has been quiet through the whole performance. A silent film. The pause between stanzas. The turning of a page. And I have … Continue reading Beyond the Window
A Million Things in Plain Sight
13 August 2018: So it’s Sunday and we smell the smoke of other places, the whole town and all the mountains wearing a strange, yellow haze of smoke and sun. I stare at my chapbook manuscript before I send it off for a friend to have a look. I’m not sure what’s happening with it—as … Continue reading A Million Things in Plain Sight
A Second Affirmation
6 August 2018: I used to read Donald Hall years ago, after college, in a different time and place, and now he’s dead, and it’s fine enough I be the one to tell you. Aging is nothing like the seasons gathering on his farm. A different mode, a different time. I can’t ripple the same … Continue reading A Second Affirmation
The Word Sonder
23 July 2018: Today I came home from work and wrote in Sharpie the word sonder* on the calendar above my desk. Odd. Why do that? Because I heard it used earlier. Because I heard it used earlier and want to remember it. Because I want to remember what it means. Because it means a … Continue reading The Word Sonder
The Repair Shop on 7th
16 July 2018: The shiny-headed men waiting at the repair shop on 7th, living their retired life in Montana, still come in exclaiming things like “Oh, it’s Monday again ain’t it.” I come in bright and early before work for a quick oil change to sit in the waiting area and eat the free donuts … Continue reading The Repair Shop on 7th
I’ve Finally Gotten Around to Reading Robert Bly
9 July 2018: I’ve finally gotten around to reading Robert Bly, like an easterner who finally travels west to see the Grand Canyon or marvel at the other ocean. That is how it feels, arriving late to the party. For me, James Wright, William Stafford, even Ted Kooser, they have been like the easterner’s D.C. … Continue reading I’ve Finally Gotten Around to Reading Robert Bly
The Madness, Rack, and Honey of It
2 July 2018: Now we have July—the thinnest blue above the mountains and all the mountains still shining green. We have firework stands on the town’s outskirts and freshly mowed lawns. This far north, just past the summer solstice, we have 5:00 a.m. sunrises and a night that doesn’t relieve the sun, truly, till after … Continue reading The Madness, Rack, and Honey of It