Publication of Ice Mountain is less than two months away! It now has a page on the publisher’s website, where you can admire Beth Adams’ beautiful cover illustration, read the book description and the blurbs kindly provided by two good friends, poet Todd Davis and environmental activist extraordinaire Laura Jackson, and even go crazy and order the book at the lower pre-publication price. But if, like me, you’re the discriminating sort of buyer who likes to sample first, here’s an excerpt from the book.
11 February
the crest of Ice Mountain
once harbored a rare scrub barrens
ancient trees made wayward by the wind
as I start up the ridge my tired knees
make quiet popping noises
with every step
Sancho I say to myself
those windmills aren’t giants
they’re flowers for the dead
12 February
the squirrel’s tracks end
in a smudge of blood on the snow
one tuft of fur
and the long furrow
its dangling tail drew
beside the fox’s footprints
in the field a bulldozer
lowers its blade
to a white and heavy harvest
13 February
the spruce grove
at the top of the hollow
harbors a north-woods chill
seated on a runner sled
I hurtle down
into the sunlit field
my shadow like a witching rod
stretched out before me
alive to every swell and swale
14 February
it snowed all night
I dreamt an opossum slept between us
with its death-head grin
by first light
the old dog statue in the yard
is buried up to its neck
let’s get a bowl of fresh snow
not to eat but just to admire
like cut flowers
15 February
a cottontail has squeezed
through a ring of fencing
to browse on dogwood sprouts
the snow squeaks under my boots
as I loom up
and it forgets how to escape
the small animal
beating against its cage
like a panicked heart
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(UPDATE) Here’s the video trailer by Marc Neys AKA Swoon:
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Beth’s print for the cover is titled Porcupine Tree, and it’s based on an actual tree up on the ridge that’s long been home — and food — for a series of porcupines, an animal with which I feel a certain affinity. Here’s how it looked ten years ago:
