Publisher: Pudding House Publications
This title is no longer available, as the publisher has ceased operations. This was my second chapbook with Pudding House, and in terms of both form and content, my least favorite of all my chapbooks. The cover art just doesn't connect with the poems inside, and the poems as a group don't really cohere very well as a collection.
NORTH COUNTRY THAW
Between queuing pines, hallway
of rain. Haggard drifts sheer white
on the forest bed, ephemeral still,
pocked with melt. March its own
beautiful enemy, turn-coat, snake-oil
peddler, conjurer of imprudent buds.
Near by, the muddy two-track a proverbial
road to nowhere, ruts of the earth,
dark passage, settlements of rain
and run-off, dung of the world.
--Originally appeared in Third Wednesday