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Re: Feral

I tried to silence the river. Loud and unruly, it refused. I moved stones methodically. Then March storms dragged winter’s snowmelt through the landscape. The river swelled, first freezing me in place, then thawing what had long been buried.
The river ran unstoppable—a wild unraveling, a surreal awakening, a journey back to the untamed landscape of the self.

In her follow-up collection to ACREAGE, environmental artist Stephanie Garon weaves her visually-arresting, nature-leaning poetry around a slightly surreal narrative about installing art in a river deep in the Vermont woods. Nature often fiercely guards her secrets, but fortunately Garon saw fit to impart a few in Feral

Excerpt from Feral

March

Hush, hush little
River (I will                                     move rock)
rock

Rock
Rock
  Rockrockrock
Swimfloatdrift eas
Y past my
foolish
ness my frozen boot
s.