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Nancy Simpson's LIVING ABOVE THE FROST LINE, New and Selected Poems was published by Carolina Wren Press (N.C. Laureate Series, 2010.) She is the author of ACROSS WATER and NIGHT STUDENT, State Street Press, still available on WWW at Alibris and Books Again. Her poems have been published in Southern Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, The Georgia Review and other literary magazines. "Carolina Bluebirds" was published in THE POETS GUIDE TO THE BIRDS, Anhinga Press). "Grass" was reprinted in the 50th Anniversary Issue of Southern Poetry Review: DON'T LEAVE HUNGRY ( U.of Arkansas Press.) Seven poems were reprinted in the textbook, SOUTHERN APPALACHIAN POETRY,(McFarland.) Two poems were published in SOLO CAFE, Two more poems were published in SOLO NOVO."In the Nantahala Gorge" was published in Pisgah Review. "Studying Winter" was reprinted in Pirene's Fountain Anthology and "The Collection" in Collecting Life Anthology. Most recently, Southern Poetry Review Edited by James Smith, published "Our Great Depression," and The Southern Poetry Anthology Vol. VII: NORTH CAROLINA,Edited by William Wright, reprinted "Leaving in the Dead of Winter."

Monday, March 29, 2010

Two More Poems by Ruth Moose -- Poet of the Month of March 2010


Your dog is digging a tunnel
And I can't stop her. She digs
At night, meets me each morning
With grit on her muzzle,
Sand shinning in her paws.

Where is she going?
Is she digging to China?
The West Indes?

She's not digging a hole. It's
Down and out under tree roots
Toward the fence.

She's aiming toward freedom
And I can't stop her.

Where will she go
When she gets there?
What will she do?
Who will she see?

Under the fence and out?
She could dig down forever
And never find you...floating
Spirit, laughing soul.

O, whistle her back.
Whistle her back.


My mother never talked about that winter
She had a husband in the VA hospital
Not knowing how or if or when
He'd recover, three children sick
With the big red measles and twelve
Inches of snow on the ground
For a week. She mentioned
it once, that's all I remember
And the sound of her sewing
Machine late at night.
What did she sew? Her sanity?
Her soul? I only know I woke
Suddenly, had gone from hot to cool,
My fever broken, my pillow wet.
I felt her hand on my forehead,
Her touch, her voice as I left
That darkness and came into light.

I imagine it will be as she said then,
"Oh, here you are."

by Ruth Moose

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Ruth Moose has been a member of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill faculty since 1996 where she teaches Creative Writing. She has published 2 collections of short stories: The Wreath Ribbon Quilt ( St. Andrews Press) and Dreaming in Color ( August House.) Four books of her poetry were published. Individual poems and stories appeared in Atlantic, Redbook, Alaska Quarterly Review, North American Review and other places. Her work has been included in several anthologies, including Stories about Teachers and Teaching.

Her poems have appeared in The Nation, Prairie Schooner, Yankee, Christian Science Monitor and other places. Her stories have been published in England, Holland,South Africa, and Denmark.

Most recently Ruth Moose was awarded a Chapman Fellowship to compile a work on North Carolina writers.

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