Kyle lives in New Hampshire.Ĭammy Thomas’ first book, Cathedral of Wish, received the Norma Farber First Book Award from the Poetry Society of America. Her poems have appeared in Bellevue Literary Review, Tar River Poetry, Rattle, Ecotone, and The New York Times. Her chapbook, Sound Travels on Water, won New England Poetry Club’s Jean Pedrick Chapbook Award. Kyle Potvin’s debut full-length poetry collection is Loosen (Hobblebush Books, 2021). A stanza of one of her poems is permanently installed a park in Cambridge, Mass. She edited City River of Voices, an anthology of urban poetry. Sign up for the OPEN MIC using the chat box (one poem no longer than a page in length)ĭenise Bergman is the author of five books: The Shape of the Keyhole (2021), Three Hands None, A Woman in Pieces Crossed a Sea, The Telling, and Seeing Annie Sullivan, all book-length poems. Register in advance for this meeting. After registering, you will receive a confirmation email containing information about joining the meeting. Eventually he gets around to writing.When: 03:00 PM Eastern Time (US and Canada)
#ECOTONE POETRY HOW TO#
Since regaining consciousness, he’s planted a food forest and now must spend his days making rocket stoves, keeping his brother from dying on intergalactic travels, taking care of animals, and generally learning how to nature.
While in the very moment, they can’t distinguish life from death.ĭiego Reymondez is a dizzy mess who passed out in New York and woke up in Spain. There, a family around a deathbed starts to sing. Silence is broken by a wheeze that trails down stairs. Where tomorrow calls and yesterday lingers in neurons. It’s all barely audible over the sound of pool jets running. A magpie scratches at the tiles to get at their eggs. Sparrows live in the attic of a human house. For now, lawns, preserved in death by amber herbicide, are painted with water a living green. Where kids call their dogs off, unkempt grasses will push into the yard. Invisible division distinct as a waterfall. It will all lead back to town.Ī peep in my pocket hints at a dark service returned to my phone.
#ECOTONE POETRY SKIN#
While beneath the cords birds chirrup and make their way swift from tree line to tree line and the hair on my skin lifts on the slight breeze blown between the two woods. Utility poles of Bolivian wood rising from the absence. What seems a clearing is a ribbon of clearcut forest. Underfoot, kudzu grows out of horizons of soil. Then returned the boar to eat it all and perform the miracle of wood into meat.Įlectric humming swells from down the path. Enter insects to eat the living wood beneath it all. When woods are only stressed, even in a thousand places, the whole always seems to stand.
When it arrives with a final thud against the ground, I’m roused from a sleep where I dreamt of a proper bed.Ī sluice carved in stone carries spring water to slip and break on pebbles. Wind and fur and legs can alter or transfer energy there and like a yin and a yang traces of each thrive in the other.Īn apple falls from the canopy, brushing leaves down its way. It is a space where separate ecologies enmesh in a fade-in and a fade-out, and microclimates mingle. A border between ecosystems is called an ecotone.
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