Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Tuesday poem #404 : Kimberly Alidio : I marry myself to a mountain tonight, the one I’m on



at the lit wood stove,
          I think of an elegant poet collected
in one of the O Books anthologies

          his cabin in the mountains, the play of mosquitos

remember to research the earthships
          Cid has duck terrine and babkas!
believe all the Subarus

          our cabin plumes, the farmer in his hot tub

near the frozen creek,
          a woman slipped
her tour group exclaimed

          several loud sightings

a fire for the painter, silver
          smith, seller of blue
corn fry bread

          plank bridges, hay for a dog bed

acequia irrigated by orphaned brothers
          broken into sweats, sinews
acreage stilled

          all the artists humor before the wars

a few degrees down
          the round valley, few in plena
robust with pats of butter

          a milagro leg, amazonite, slipknots

striated white smoke,
          alpine glow? no, alpenglow
my wood fire readied for going out

          whole kindling in innocent positions

8 January 2020
          Title from Alan Davies



Kimberly Alidio is the author of why letter ellipses (selva oscura), : once teeth bones coral : (Belladonna*), a cell of falls (Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs),  after projects the resound (Black Radish), and solitude being alien (dancing girl press). Her prose on poetics, memory, historiography, and postcolonialism has appeared or will appear in Harriet, Woodland Pattern Blog, Poetry Northwest, Social Text, American Quarterly, and the essay collection, Filipino Studies: Palimpsests of Nation and Diaspora.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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