Meeting

irony, metaphor, poetry, summer, teaching, thinking, ways of knowing

I sit here and listen to them talk
my muscles twitch as if lost
in a forest in deepest winter
each word crosshatches my heart
like ice across a mountain pond
my silence aches to crack
winter’s long deadening hold
(June 2012)

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I am a poet and a teacher living in central Texas. I attended The University of Texas at Austin, and Middlebury College's Breadloaf School of English.

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