Immersion in Lorine Niedecker's work especially her New Goose project of the 1930s and '40s, but also the (not very) long poems she wrote in the 1960s gave me permission to embrace spareness and lyrical sonic play in poems of specific places and times that chart my own psychogeographies. The following poems are part of a sequence I'm tentatively calling "Nother Goose."

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To an Indiana editor, 2023:
            these are more
woodsy
            than marshy

butliving now among
      fields tiled and tilled,
      ghost forest
      long felled, over-plowed,
southeast of
Kankakee,
      the deep ditches, straightened
      rivers and rich
      level soil of the
Great Drained
                              Swamp
(only Jasper Pulaski remains, where the cranes come
in a raucous crowd each fall, their rattling calls
knocking on our skulls)

I'll have to go dig
                  marsh poems
out of the bog
      of my Old
Northwest
                  notebooks.

 

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                                                      in a Northwoods bog, 2011

sundew
sundew
            kayak made for one
            or two, a floating
      island
            we bumped into
                              a few small trees
a clump of grasses
                                  that slid askew
across the barely
riffled surface
                  of what I meant to
                        ask you

a cabin called king,
snapper squatting
under the dock
to bite off all reflection
                                          edgeless
                                          the edge also grasses
suspended over deep
water 

eggs and chard,
            grilled escarole,
brats and beer from
Stevens Point
            thought we saw
the plain-looking bird with the
ethereal song on the
leaf-strewn floor by the
picnic table

on the mirror of early morning
      while you slept
      I went alone
in the canoe
                        and saw the otters
                        playing
a shiver of delights
                              scarves twisting across the
shimmering light
                              a glimpse I couldn't
bring to you

hermit us
      listening to that
      electric
thrush
      young moonlight
            hush
            hush
            hush

 

 

 

Four Trees, a Confluence, and an Owl

                                                                                                  Garfield Park, Indianapolis, Fall 2022                                                                                

hairy hatted
      acorn
mast
      ten thousand
thousand
            make it last

*

Ginkgo stink
            sidewalk's crushed
berries
                  memory's thin
sticky
               reparatives

*

persimmon
            summons
pudding
            persists

rot's
            required
for the sweet
            I list

*

marcescent
      effervescence
hold on
      too long

*

where bean creek
            flows into
pleasant run

            "who cooks for you?"
"who cooks for you
      all?"
            at leech of
sun


Michelle Niemann (Twitter: @mlniemann4; Instagram and Facebook: @michelle.re.writing) is a poet, scholar, and academic writing coach who earned her PhD at the University of Wisconsin in Madison. Her article on Lorine Niedecker's food and farming poems of the 1930s and 1940s appeared in Modernism/modernity and received an honorable mention from the Society for the Study of Midwestern Literature in 2019. Michelle's scholarly work on ecopoetics, organic form in poetry, and the organic farming movement has been published in the Journal of Modern LiteratureVictorian PoetryEdge Effects, and edited collections. Her poems have appeared in RHINOafter hours, and CANNOT EXIST