Category: Pentwater
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House in Bryan Woods
Driveway grooves into thicket, clearing, beyond first house now needing repair onto big house now overgrown by cedars rooted along its foundation when no one thought beyond next season or so — even now, decades long beyond imagining one cannot see their destiny — or supposed they, this would last. We wheel into thicket, clearing,…
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So cold the sky
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under clouds, moan through cedars, find me here, damp, burying the roots of this sapling today as if in a ceremony of dark days, bewitched by the sky long turned cold and forceful, my magic increases…
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Taking the car to the beach
this is not quite the breeze that wound past us when we entered the woods off the dirt road and into the forest path, wheel ruts covered in moss, air mingling sea, hemlock, wintergreen, moss, and the fresh soil overturned when you backed out of the cul-de-sac because a tree had fallen that winter while…
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7/15
blue jay caws swell the faraway echo, drawing us near our sandy bluff — breezes wrap, spin us round, return us round
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When walking through woods without my father
I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen sending its scent up to play with the blueberries and pine that brings on this longing afresh. You would perch yourself on a ridge like this one overlooking the lake or a forested horizon, endless…
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I heard the screen door slam
I heard the screen door slam in my head, not angry, just lazy — the workaday world suffocates in the forest, rootless, unable to press itself on its inhabitants. Hearing the slow creak of the rusted spring echo up to higher branches, mix with the bluejay’s caw, one might guess early morning, perhaps dusk. What…
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