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falls unhurried while the chickadees
hurry
6: January 21st 2021 | bottlecap
Not since Barack Obama has the United States been represented by the will of the majority—and by that I mean the majority of voters. I’m happy to say that with the inauguration of President Joe Biden, the Government of the United States once again reflects the will of the people. I no longer need to write:
We in the United States, as in any other country, aren’t always represented by who governs us. So long as you afford to others the dignity and respect for life and liberty you would afford yourself, it doesn’t matter to me where you’re from, what language you speak or what truth you believe in. You’re welcome here.
I look forward to a government that no longer treats the dignities of fairness, tolerance and compassion as weaknesses, that no longer considers truth, reason and civility to be unnecessary inconveniences. I look forward to the United States once again rejoining the community of responsible nations. We have work to do as regards the climate; defending human rights; and serving as an aspirational example granting no legitimacy to corruption, tyranny or authoritarianism: the insistence that the rights and freedoms of the individual—freedom of thought, speech and association—are self-evident and paramount.
black
as the wood stove—wintering
spiders
5: January 18th 2020 | bottlecap
winter's
wind one way—the cows and barn
the other
4: January 14th 2020 | bottlecap
nothing
other than the birch in the snowbound
field
3: January 11th 2020 | bottlecap
under
the porch light—midnight's swinging
shadows
2: January 7th 2020 | bottlecap
snow
smooth as moonlight on a January
night
1: January 4th 2021 | bottlecap
Welcome to a new year of poetry. In addition to finishing my novel on the first of January, I’ve had to get back to work. The novel has consumed me these last few weeks and will probably continue to as I copy edit for at least another week or so. After that, my hope is to finally get back to writing longer poems, which means finishing poems I’ve already started. In the meantime, I’m beginning my search for an agent to represent my book—a work of fiction that takes place in contemporary Vermont and with a touch of magical realism. If any reader has any suggestions in that regard, feel free to contact me via my Contact Page or directly in the comment section.
thin
as paper—the clouds at year's
end
• Nothing came to me last night, and I was
tempted to date this as January 1st. I'm
within a few paragraphs of finishing my novel,
perhaps tomorrow or Sunday. Then we'll
see what else I write this coming year.
A happy New Year and best wishes for 2021.
103: December 31st 2020 | bottlecap
sinking
under the weight of starlight—December's
sun
102: December 28th 2020 | bottlecap
too
crooked for a Christmas tree under the lop-sided
Milky Way
101: December 25th 2020 | bottlecap
