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this is a pileated wooden ball
dropped in a wooden bowl
this is a woodchip guitarpick
lost down the sound hole

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plumber has him
his own ideas
about beauty
eyes worked alert
like they like to
livetrap baby wrens
pickled quail
nestled in beanbags
of beaver liver
fishes his keys out
flash and violet flashes
now who just
took a pic of who

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and the slaughter semis
idle in the kearney lot
while truckers run in
best they can
chickens in quicker rain
for another silo
of hummingbird juice
extra whipcream please

Fractured Hero’s Journey

 

We went on a 12-sparrow walk

so I could teach my soul to speak.
    (Jim Harrison said this
          is the language of poetry.)

(Few things scare me as much as …

A kite with the image of a cartoon dragon flies across the blue sky.

faddoms

Read and listen to the poem in Shetlandic Scottish below. Scroll down to read the modern English translation.

 

faddom du dis fur me
da lies o da feddir​​​
maunna makk​​​​
da …

Silent Spring

Reading by Jake Levine

 

The door is shut.

The road where flower petals fall
half on this side, half on that.
Of all the things that used to buzz about
no trace …

From notes from the understory

 

notes from the understory (layer 20, direction one)

All of it begins. I’m soaked to the skin by a sudden downpour.
My gray silk blouse won’t come free from the skin …