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About the book:David James Duncan called Slotnick "a Wendell-Berry-style 'mad farmer'" and said, "The bracing bittersweetness lacing this free-verse…
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As if through glass, through windows, in a café, in the afternoon or early evening, in June, in June or November, month like a fetish of gray—a month of…
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We learn to swear from our fatherswhen they're chopping woodand miss the log,axe skimming barkoff the woodblock,dew off the grass,goddammit raising its…
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who coils in my bones,what were you thinking that summer nightwhen you found the warm roadon the edge of the canyon and stoppedjust there exactly at the…
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As liquid verdigris or, shaded,Flowing onyx, the riverKnots, spinning looseDenticles of fresh cold, catchingA willow branch in a current circletWhere an…
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The forsythia eats sunlightnear the open barn doorwhere Bill Perry stands in his overalls watchinghis dappled-gray Percheron, Pike.The largest horse on…
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Mine, said the stone,mine is the hour.I crush the scissors,such is my power.Stronger than wishes,my power, alone.Mine, said the paper,mine are the…
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I slept in the valleyshivering, neck sorefrom carrying a dead treeacross my shouldersI needed the woodbut moreI needed the painRaccoon windshudders…
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The Home Place, by Carrie La Seur, is a mystery novel in which a successful lawyer is pulled back into her troubled family’s life in rural Montana in the…
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For the teenager certain she is ugly, it's shiftsof sideways if she talks to you. Wordsdrop out of her mouth. She tries to get behind herselfand squeeze…