Author: mariegauthier
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Days go by
I made bread. I made butter. I made pumpkin butter. And cookies. And muffins. And oatmeal shortbread. And countless breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. I made pickles, and ketchup. And many other things besides. And I wrote a poem. I keep promising a fuller post and keep not getting to it. There’s just not enough time […]
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The Poetry of eCards
I wish I could say that my shameful neglect of the blog is due to a fabulous vacation or at least lots of trips to the beach, but no luck. Summer’s whipping by so fast it’s leaving third-degree burns, but so far I’ve done nothing and gone nowhere. Having both boys at home, plus Georgia, […]
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Taste of Summer
There are some books, some poets, that I instinctively associate with winter — Leslie Harrison’s Displacement, Frost, all the Russians (accurate or not) — but who do you think of as a summer poet? Lyrical, fulsome, hot… give me some recommendations. I’m in a mood. Life is bursting at the seams here. In addition to […]
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The Big Poetry Giveaway 2012 — The Results
I’m later than I intended, but I’m sure you understand. But here at last are the results of my contribution to Kelli Russell Agodon‘s Big Poetry Giveaway. I chose the winners using the Random Number Generator. Last year I posted pictures of each result, but I don’t have time for such fussiness this year, so […]
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Last day as a vessel
Tomorrow morning we will go in dawn’s early light to bring this new child into the world. Thus will bring to a close one period of turbulence, and thus begin another. I’m keyed up and not doing a very good job of resting on this last day of my last pregnancy. I haven’t written much […]
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This Weekend: the Mass Poetry Festival!
Yes, indeed, at T – 10 days, you can find me this weekend in Salem for the Mass Poetry Festival. I’m reading on Saturday with other THE MOM EGG contributors, and then again on Sunday with contributors from Salamander. Plus I’ll be staffing the Tupelo Press table with my pal, Rose, on Saturday at the […]
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“In these empty gray hours…”
…I felt the first shreds of separation from my mother. The difference between us was manifest. I was alive; she was dead. At the same time, all boundaries between us seemed to disappear. The presence of death opened a kind of wormhole in which my experience was indistinguishable from hers, and this moment was merged […]
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The Big Poetry Giveaway 2012!
Tomorrow is April 1, the first day of National Poetry Month, which means it’s once again time for the Big Poetry Giveaway, a blog event created and organized by Kelli Russell Agodon where poets and poetry lovers giveaway two books of poems on their blog. Please visit her blog to get the full list of participants. […]
Marie Gauthier 