April Lindner

Duck, duck, goose! Lately I've become a bit obsessed with how much sun and fresh air I'm not getting while I stay indoors writing all day. So this Sunday I took a little walk with my friend, neighbor, and fellow poet, Lisa Barnett.   She introduced me to a lovely trail not far from my home--one I'd never known was there: We wandered in the direction of a nearby duckpond: And t hen we exchanged poems in the shade.   As always I was blown away by the precise intelligence at play in Lisa's poems.  Here's one I've admired for a while now , the title poem from her recently published book. Love Recidivus Whatever it may be, we may suppose it is not love, for love must leave its trace like contraband seized and displayed in rows; is not sufficient reason to erase the careful lives we have so far lived through— there is no call for us to undermine the walls we've built; no need to think anew of all the chains and choi...