Potential Titles: M. Bartley Seigel

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Hunched inside a walled city built of books - M. Bartley Seigel "Afterword"

All our sordid stories spun in fragment - M. Bartley Seigel "Afterword"

In tongues bound and gagged to bare belief - M. Bartley Seigel "Afterword"

Small fibs brought home to nest - M. Bartley Seigel "Afterword"

Bloodred with hemlock and cedar tannin - M. Bartley Seigel "At the Mouth of the Gratiot"

Bent from burden and burned to the filter - M. Bartley Seigel "Beach Glass"

Gear and pulley, all coiled spring and iron will - M. Bartley Seigel "Beach Glass"

The ticker tape clacking from between your clenched teeth - M. Bartley Seigel "Before the Fall"

Crack the lock on this bone box - M. Bartley Seigel "Before the Fall"

In moons above the velvet of my trembling fear - M. Bartley Seigel "Before the Fall"

Rewind the spring assembly to set broken gears in motion - M. Bartley Seigel "Before the Fall"

I wear juniper against moments like this - M. Bartley Seigel "Before the Fall"

Our ten thousand secrets between us - M. Bartley Seigel "Birch Oil, Smoke, Pine Tar, Switch"

Shading hollow eyes from a badger sun - M. Bartley Seigel "Blood Sonnet"

So many spirits named in candle flame - M. Bartley Seigel "Blood Sonnet"

Inside the closed circle of memory - M. Bartley Seigel "Blood Sonnet"

Placing found feathers into an old coffee can - M. Bartley Seigel "Body as Burning Bush, All the Snakes"

Shameless and dirty against the coming cockcrow - M. Bartley Seigel "Bottled Letters to Former Lovers"

We stumble into our open topographies - M. Bartley Seigel "Broken Cartographies"

In a rage that won't kindle, won't burn - M. Bartley Seigel "Broken Cartographies"

Our oxidation too slow for the tasks at hand - M. Bartley Seigel "Broken Cartographies"

As if we were lost and might never be found - M. Bartley Seigel "Broken Cartographies"

So riotously harnessed to the work of living - M. Bartley Seigel "Copper Dog"

The drowned forest swallows him whole - M. Bartley Seigel "The Drowned Forest Swallows Him"

The past won't hear our apologies - M. Bartley Seigel "Etched in Gemstone and Antler"

Find traces of laughter in the night sky - M. Bartley Seigel "Etched in Gemstone and Antler"

One torn page of mud song - M. Bartley Seigel "Fool's Spring"

Creeps rebellious through crack and crevice - M. Bartley Seigel "Fool's Spring"

Where a wreck of smokestack mumbles through a mouthful of stars - M. Bartley Seigel "Fool's Spring"

Mumbled passions calling collect - M. Bartley Seigel "Fourteener for the Restless in the Long Night"

Me and my echo shrill in the dark hills - M. Bartley Seigel "Fourteener for the Restless in the Long Night"

Dead black farms under stars and more stars - M. Bartley Seigel "Fourteener for the Restless in the Long Night"

A sad song spun from sugar to the clamor of tin - M. Bartley Seigel "Fourteener for the Restless in the Long Night"

Liberated, exulting from your upraised hands - M. Bartley Seigel "A Good Omen"

Into a tangled thicket of future hopes and sorrows - M. Bartley Seigel "A Good Omen"

Won't budge the moon in her orbit - M. Bartley Seigel "Hell and Gone is a Passing Notion"

Blasts the dweller in white-hot cinder and ash - M. Bartley Seigel "Hell and Gone is a Passing Notion"

That some leave to behold stars once again - M. Bartley Seigel "Hell and Gone is a Passing Notion"

That's a dose tough to cook in a spoon - M. Bartley Seigel "Hell and Gone is a Passing Notion"

The turning of thistle and thorn - M. Bartley Seigel "Hushful and Still Closer Comes the Red Fox"

Memory tidally locked and phasing like moonglow - M. Bartley Seigel "Hushful and Still Closer Comes the Red Fox"

Greenstone billions of years beneath the trillium - M. Bartley Seigel "Hushful and Still Closer Comes the Red Fox"

The chorus that is starshine in our eyes - M. Bartley Seigel "Hushful and Still Closer Comes the Red Fox"

Sung by the wind in the balsam and cedar - M. Bartley Seigel "Hushful and Still Closer Comes the Red Fox"

From the northeast upon a light too faint to speak - M. Bartley Seigel "I'm Told It's Foolish to Befriend a Water Lynx"

All breaking whitecap and red, beating heart - M. Bartley Seigel "I'm Told It's Foolish to Befriend a Water Lynx"

I extend my hands to cup the stories - M. Bartley Seigel "I'm Told It's Foolish to Befriend a Water Lynx"

Hoping I don't drown in waters I can't fathom - M. Bartley Seigel "I'm Told It's Foolish to Befriend a Water Lynx"

Tea cedar, crow feather, and first snow - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

The earth's moist breath still fogging the looking glass - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

Before the first big freeze cracks ironwood - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

The wind hag is just now beginning her November dance - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

Superior throbbing her meter deep into the basalt - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

We feel the forest vibrate in omen - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

Casting spells against the coming darkness - M. Bartley Seigel "Into the Thicket"

Our feral voices blanketed by starshine - M. Bartley Seigel "A Joyful Noise"

But what are words against the coming gale? - M. Bartley Seigel "Lake Superior"

Tall as a story spun moon to sun - M. Bartley Seigel "Land Acknowledgement, 1842 Ceded Territory"

Leaf and needle dancing around the drum - M. Bartley Seigel "Land Acknowledgement, 1842 Ceded Territory"

Patience as weapon, wheel, and medicine - M. Bartley Seigel "Land Acknowledgement, 1842 Ceded Territory"

In the hushed silence of the seventh dawn - M. Bartley Seigel "Land Acknowledgement, 1842 Ceded Territory"

Between the crow's return and chorus frog - M. Bartley Seigel "Land Acknowledgement, 1842 Ceded Territory"

Something is forgotten and left behind - M. Bartley Seigel "Love Is Made from Laughter, Fists, Tears, and Forgetting"

Pondering the sky while our sacred waters run out - M. Bartley Seigel "Love Is Made from Laughter, Fists, Tears, and Forgetting"

Spins thirst into fairy tale sparking brush fire - M. Bartley Seigel "Mandan Mother Tongue"

The clocks have stopped and the doors have fallen - M. Bartley Seigel "Mandan Mother Tongue"

Our dreams painted in thunder and antimony - M. Bartley Seigel "Mandan Mother Tongue"

Our souls thrilling to their quickening tempest - M. Bartley Seigel "Manitou"

We raise up our hands into laceworks of lightning - M. Bartley Seigel "Manitou"

Our dusty vacuum tubes still warm to the pinch of electricity - M. Bartley Seigel "The Mosquito Inn"

Words to be thrown back at us like bricks - M. Bartley Seigel "Mouths to Feed"

Will end in an enormous exhalation of relief - M. Bartley Seigel "Mouths to Feed"

Whispering its dreams into our tin ears - M. Bartley Seigel "Nearing the End of the Anthropocene"

Attentive to the contours and currents of the land - M. Bartley Seigel "Nearing the End of the Anthropocene"

Nowhere sliced thin to the bone - M. Bartley Seigel "Ours Are These Old Stamp Mills"

Mnemonic geographies, outer rim reminds - M. Bartley Seigel "Ours Are These Old Stamp Mills"

The chemistry of obscure state statistics - M. Bartley Seigel "Ours Are These Old Stamp Mills"

Wandering aimlessly down the muddy margins - M. Bartley Seigel "Ours Are These Old Stamp Mills"

Between the echo of penny candy, arcade fire - M. Bartley Seigel "Ours Are These Old Stamp Mills"

Together, we'll bleed this bear of its bad blood - M. Bartley Seigel "Out Back of the Camp"

Sitting in the weeds at the edge of the forest - M. Bartley Seigel "Out Here, We're All of Us Cracked"

Our third eyes watch for black helicopters - M. Bartley Seigel "Out Here, We're All of Us Cracked"

Collapsing stars all gamma and radio pulse - M. Bartley Seigel "Out Here, We're All of Us Cracked"

Our night terrors embroidered skyfall - M. Bartley Seigel "Out Here, We're All of Us Cracked"

Let me taste your eye candy - M. Bartley Seigel "Outside the U.P. Pub, Calumet, Michigan"

For the eye of the needle in the haystack - M. Bartley Seigel "Outside the U.P. Pub, Calumet, Michigan"

His reciprocity opens a small hole in space-time - M. Bartley Seigel "Rabbit Snares"

Through which a murmuration of ancestors pour - M. Bartley Seigel "Rabbit Snares"

Gratitude in whatever language they whisper - M. Bartley Seigel "Rabbit Snares"

Mirage of elliptical orbit and dust - M. Bartley Seigel "Super Flower Blood Moon"

Worried threadbare the slopes rising ahead - M. Bartley Seigel "They Say Not to Speak of the Negatives"

I have calculated the paradox - M. Bartley Seigel "They Say Not to Speak of the Negatives"

Somewhere deep in my sheltered bones - M. Bartley Seigel "They Say Not to Speak of the Negatives"

Lost children wandering in a burning wood - M. Bartley Seigel "They Say Not to Speak of the Negatives"

Wrapped tight in stinging nettles - M. Bartley Seigel "Upon Our Skins, Writhing, We Lost Ourselves"

Lottery cards etched in bad blood - M. Bartley Seigel "Upon Our Skins, Writhing, We Lost Ourselves"

Too far into the twilight of my obsessions - M. Bartley Seigel "Upon Our Skins, Writhing, We Lost Ourselves"

Entire beaches stand up to walk away - M. Bartley Seigel "Wave After Wave"

A strong swimmer won't last ten wet minutes - M. Bartley Seigel "Wave After Wave"

Gooseflesh migrating across vast expanses of skin - M. Bartley Seigel "We Shed Our Clothes Like Leaves"

Splashed against the backdrop of stunted shrub and lichen - M. Bartley Seigel "We Shed Our Clothes Like Leaves"

Before the coming dream, before dirt and time - M. Bartley Seigel "We Tremble Before the Coming Dream"

Huddled close within, bound tight - M. Bartley Seigel "We'll Learn to Kindle a Slight Blue Flame"

All soft procedure and steel will - M. Bartley Seigel "We'll Learn to Kindle a Slight Blue Flame"

To shed at last our husks and laud into light - M. Bartley Seigel "We'll Learn to Kindle a Slight Blue Flame"

As the fires of the world burn to ash and shadow - M. Bartley Seigel "Winter Solstice"

Come in to help keep the flame - M. Bartley Seigel "Winter Solstice"

Their chorus swelling back into our darkest tunnels - M. Bartley Seigel "Wolf Hymn"

To listen in a language almost forgotten - M. Bartley Seigel "Wolf Hymn"

We sacrifice our birds before they nest - M. Bartley Seigel "Wrap the Next Hour in Rice Paper"

Keep the naming eye level with the prize - M. Bartley Seigel "Wrap the Next Hour in Rice Paper"


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