Posts made in February, 2017

My Wobbly Bicycle, 132

Posted by on Feb 22, 2017 in Archive | 2 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 132

Have you ever shared a standard-size mattress? They used to be, well, standard. In this poem, we’d just moved from our almost-cottage-sized house on the Elk River in Maryland back across the state line into Delaware. Bigger house, bigger bed. Sinfully big.   Buying The King-Sized Bed   I am already thinking of rolling around that expanse, tossing a leg without entangling. The way I am, though, I see all the possibilities for loss. I see us pillowed and billowed, supported in exactly the right hollows by ergonomically designed, pocketed coils, while beneath it all, the pea under a...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 131

Posted by on Feb 15, 2017 in Featured | 8 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 131

Here’s Part II of my romp through past books, toward the launch of The Woods Are On Fire: New & Selected Poems, on March 16th.   Since my first book was obviously a lucky fluke (this is how my mind works), I would never get a press to take another.  I sent my second manuscript, Do Not Peel the Birches, back to Purdue University Press (if they liked me once….), but the book didn’t win their contest that year. Alas, woe was me, it was confirmed. I was a flash in the pan. The next year, 1993, I sent my manuscript to several other presses as well, but Gerald Stern, Purdue’s...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 130

Posted by on Feb 8, 2017 in Archive | 5 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 130

Old poems: a twinge of embarrassment, some nostalgia. In the weeks before The Woods Are On Fire: New & Selected Poems comes out, I thought I’d wander backward, choose one poem from each book included there to look at again. The first, Fishing With Blood (Purdue U. Press, 1988), to my immense surprise, won the Great Lakes New Writers Award, which got me a tour of Great Lakes schools giving readings. (Who knew I’d end up living in Michigan.) Here’s the poem. Then I’ll say something about it. Above photo was taken probably before we realized the full extent of my brother’s...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 129

Posted by on Feb 1, 2017 in Archive | 3 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 129

Trump-era reading: I find it hard to read and cry at the same time.   I finished reading David Brooks’ The Road to Character and had David Fischer’s 900-page Albion’s Seed ready as my next read. I’ve been interested to see how the areas of our country where our English ancestors settled has shaped the differing cultures in those areas, including political attitudes. This seemed like a good follow-up to Vance’s Hillbilly Elegy.   But then, it felt as if I had all the political thinking I could handle, just watching and reading the news.   I picked up Marianne...

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