Tag Archives: Carol Alexander

Awakening

To reinvent sleep—but the gates have been put up and where are we now, within or without in the enormous room of shadow puppets or the casual ward where they beg for wine, a suit of warmer clothes; stitch them, … Continue reading

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New Year

Long rain, idiot savant, you know to do one just thing, and this you do all day and night. While sluggish traffic muddles over tunnel and gray bridge, splicing the ends of the torn year— without its sacred anniversaries a … Continue reading

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March

Let’s kick this around. Our house is falling down while we roast spring potatoes in the weedy yard, wood smoke spiraling over the ramshackle roof and Canada geese thrusting through the wind toward the restless natal marshes of our town. … Continue reading

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