Author Archives: Patrick Doud

Gabrielle Barzaghi

This past winter, Cape Ann Museum exhibited a show of Gabrielle Barzaghi’s drawings. Her work is all visionary landscapes and nightmare fantasy situations, and I was immediately taken with it. Gabrielle will soon be showing a huge new work at Trident Gallery in Gloucester. The … Continue reading

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Happy Halloween

Here’s a poem for the day from my book The Man in Green, published back in 1996 by Lee Chapman’s First Intensity Press. The Pumpkins at Panther Lake Another ambivalent landscape, October a boy hangs a dummy from a flagpole into dark … Continue reading

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The Publick Universal Friend, Mary Tammer: sources of The Mornith War

  Across the entire breadth of New York State, undeviating, a hilly strip scarcely twenty-five miles wide invites the world’s wonder. It is a broad psychic highway, a thoroughfare of the occult whose great stations number the mystic seven. For … Continue reading

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The serpent on the beach: sources of The Mornith War

As I was at work on The Mornith War, something mysterious happened in Gloucester, Massachusetts, the city where I live. For decades, a painting of a serpentine creature endured on a big rock on Cressy’s Beach, a beautiful place on the western side of Gloucester Harbor. … Continue reading

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Mourning doves, Lorine Niedecker: sources of The Mornith War

The Mornith War is full of things that got my attention at the time I was writing. Events in my neighborhood, my world … books I was reading … my nightly dreams and nightmares … whatever parts of my experience … Continue reading

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June blooms, Fernwood Lake

The last post—about wanting to crawl into flowers like a bug—focused on some of the flowers that were then in bloom on the big rock beside my house. I had planned to follow that with another June flower post, this time dealing with Fernwood, … Continue reading

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Blooms of June at Blackberry Rock

Drawn to flowers, I imagine what it would be like if I were able, in terms of scale, to switch with them. I am thinking of a flower so much larger than myself that its colors, textures, and smell encompass my senses; a flower big enough to make my immediate … Continue reading

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More on war

Trouble discussed briefly in a recent post on the The Mornith War has me thinking about an unfinished poem of mine from around 2004. I looked at it again this morning for the first time in years, wondered why I never thought of it while writing Mornith, and … Continue reading

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Leather Made Shoes

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Midsummer mountain laurel

    … he followed the bear’s trail to … a dense stand of mountain laurel.                        The mountain laurel is blooming in the woods, putting out scads of white and pale pink flowers. In Ogin, a ritual hunt ends at a place where the mountain laurel is … Continue reading

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