Tag Archives: Michael G. Smith

Snow Spider

On the snow, a snow spider Bubble of matter Spit of energy Here are rocky mountains Here are pine and aspen Here a snowshoer clomps and stomps and pauses Here now on the solstice A brown spider at her ease … Continue reading

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Li Po Takes Cake and Cookies

Gratefully the space between me and a crate layered with sweet cakes and cookies is easily bridged: my palate’s job is satisfaction: glazed plumb cakes, ginger cookies: varieties I am not immune to: my hungry hands move faster than my … Continue reading

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The River as Metaphor

Taking river, floating gear-laden peopled rafts, drowned bus-length logs. River and countless tributaries, congressional river, focal point for the land’s drainage. Rollercoaster river; Hance, Granite, Lava Falls; you hear, then see the river drop away; rush, rush, rush; eddy silence, … Continue reading

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Grand Canyon Suite: The Canyon Hisses and Hums

Burn,             quench of fire: redrock dust,             swollen snow soupy puddle,             thrashing ant, translucent wings             ochered to find solid ground.             I hold no position upon this wobbly                         faulted Redwall ledge.                                     • Stone woman             births potential and kinetic energies: descending:             heady confluence … Continue reading

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Entanglement

Grand Canyon bee, in this thirsty vastness you choose me to possess. Not that I need another challenge hiking this crumbling verticality skewed by gravity, me, one so easily rocked by stony domains. You insist on following me to the … Continue reading

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Questions, Some Answers

Legend Rock Archeological Site, WY 1. Horned-Circlebody-Man-on-Rock What may be seen through horned-circlebody-man- on-rock? Of a body of circles in circles, the nameless tribes who came before. Their swelling visions, gifts for us footloose stirring dust. Of man-chiseled- in-sandstone-eroding, magic … Continue reading

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Hologram

In an eye blink, like winter, you appear before me. We have that moment tinged with crisp emptiness when we find the other and overlap. Iron flint and spark, we surf our wave of light. How can I express my … Continue reading

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