A Morning Draft
*poof!*
posted by greg rappleye at 7:37 AM
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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- Name: greg rappleye
- Location: Grand Haven, Michigan, United States
I am a writer who lives and works in West Michigan. I am a graduate of Albion College, the University of Michigan Law School, and the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College. I have published three full-length collections of poetry: Holding Down the Earth (Sky Books, 1995), A Path Between Houses (University of Wisconsin Press, 2000) which won the Brittingham Prize, and Figured Dark (University of Arkansas Press, 2007), which won the University of Arkansas Press Poetry Series. I have also published three chapbooks: Eros, Psyche and the Death of Narrative (Candle Creek Press, 2006), The Afterlight (WVU-Legal Studies Forum, 2006), and The Divisible Field ( WVU-Legal Studies Forum, 2008), and have completed a fourth manuscript, Tropical Landscape with Ten Hummingbirds. I am working on a novel. My work has received a Pushcart Prize, the Mississippi Review Prize, the Paumanok Poetry Prize, the Greensboro Review Literary Award in Poetry, and the Arts & Letters Prize. I was a Bread Loaf Fellow in 2002. When not writing, I work full-time as corporation counsel for a local government and also teach part-time in the English Department at Hope College in Holland, Michigan.
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9 Comments:
Beautiful piece of writing. I am now going to attempt a humming-bird.
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Thank you.
I think I need to convert the money in the poem to Brazilian currency.
Since I think the currency then, as now, in Brazil is/was reals, it could be cool. Same stresses/syllables too.
Lovely poem, though the idea of hummingbird skins wigs me out a bit.
Leslie:
Thanks!
I guess they really did shoot hummingbirds (and every other bird in the jungle!) and seel their skis for collectors and hat-makers.
Heade, like Audubon before him, also shot (more than) his share.
I meant "sell."
I am having a bad typing day.
I think you also meant "skins" instead of "skis," although I like the image of the hummingbirds on their little skis. Good poem! I finally got to see one before it went poof. I liked the ending where he's trying and failing to discover the secret of the origami.
Robert:
Thank you for your comments.
I keep saying that I can't see and no one believes me. This is just more proof.
Oh dear...it wasn't, for me, "more proof." It was one more poof! If you had missed the "r" it would have been both...
I am sorry I missed it.
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