Wednesday Feb 28

Mitchell Nancy Mitchell is the author of two volumes of poetry, The Near Surround (Four Way Books, 2002) and Grief Hut (Cervena Barva Press, 2009), and her poems have appeared in Agni, Poetry Daily, Salt Hill Journal, Great River Review, and are anthologized in Last Call by Sarabande Books, 1997.  Her reviews have appeared in Poet Lore and Marlboro Review, and poems and a teaching exercise on Sound are anthologized in The Working Poet, Autumn House Press, 2009.  She has received an Artist in the Schools grant for Virginia, and residency fellowships from the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts (in Amherst, VA and in Auvillar, France), and from the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown. Mitchell teaches in the English Department at Salisbury University, Maryland, and has taught in the Stonecoast MFA program in Maine.  She resides in Salisbury, on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, with her husband John Ebert, a filmmaker.



Shifted in the box like salt
riddled by small stones-

bone that would not burn.
When flung, what did float

spiraled like smoke on the lake,
summer rimed her shore roses.

On our father's white crossed
Arlington grave, a tidy pyramid

until a fugitive wind, then
what mote, in whose eye?



Sunday mornings
you be my hot

butter swirled, maple
syrup drizzled,

whipped cream doll-
upped topped


I be your coffee cup,