Very happy to have this poem in the current issue of Arcadia Magazine. Please check out this fresh, handsome magazine out of Oklahoma City.
WHAT IS YOUR WRITING PROCESS?
I keep a map on the fridge
with heavy-item pickup zones on it,
and I cruise those neighborhoods
looking for wood.
Most is junk,
busted-up pressed-wood,
moldy ply,
slab-cut, quick-growth pine.
You learn to spot such stuff a block away
and roll on past.
Then something pulls at you:
clean lines,
the way light reflects off the grain
of spruce or maple,
and you stop
and pop the trunk.
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