Michael Metivier
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Michael Metivier
@grousehollow.bsky.social
Editor at Merriam-Webster // Poems and essays in Orion, Antiphony, Prairie Schooner, Poetry, EcoTheo, Blue Mountain Review, Bad Lilies, Kenyon Review, African American Review, Bennington Review, Columba, more // he/him // Vermont // MichaelMetivier.com
Scarlet Joe Handsome sez no snow on the north side of the mountain. 🪶
November 28, 2025 at 6:46 PM
If you’re on 91 between WRJ and Brattleboro be careful! A couple of crashes, and very low visibility (worse than this).
November 28, 2025 at 6:20 PM
We left Massachusetts this morning unfortunately before my mom vivisected this monkey and found all of my old M.U.S.C.L.E. figurines.
November 28, 2025 at 5:48 PM
Happy day after Thanksgiving from this knit bear that my mom has been topping with hair brushed off her enormous fluffy cat.
November 28, 2025 at 2:46 PM
Thankful 🎳
November 28, 2025 at 1:24 AM
My dad was only 7 years older than I am now in this picture. Chicago 2004. I’d been dating my now-wife for 2.5 months.
November 27, 2025 at 8:45 PM
proudest peacock
November 27, 2025 at 7:18 PM
Happy Thanksgiving from my childhood backyard woods (there were a lot more tall hemlocks growing right up to the house when I was little)z
November 27, 2025 at 4:44 PM
November 27, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Wasn’t sure he was going to play “Frank Mills” then BAM second encore!
November 27, 2025 at 5:18 AM
First time seeing the Lemonheads since I became a fan in 1992/93!
November 27, 2025 at 1:11 AM
And one of my aunts remembers her grandfather taking about how his grandmother made the best “Caribbean” food. She was enslaved on the Rice Hope Plantation near Charleston SC before the Civil War, and I wonder what she cooked for her family on Nantucket and later in Dedham, MA.
November 25, 2025 at 10:12 PM
I wish I knew what my Finnish great-grandmother and Swedish great-grandfather, both immigrants, cooked from their home cuisines.
November 25, 2025 at 10:12 PM
The only food I grew up eating that was passed down from the cultural traditions my ancestors came from, to my knowledge, is what we still call “Pépère’s stuffing,” which is basically tourtière without the pie shell. My Pépère made it, my dad made it, and I’ve made it now for many years. 1/
November 25, 2025 at 10:12 PM
Here it is, your moment of birdass 🪶
November 24, 2025 at 7:25 PM
A movie that takes place where you’re from. This was filmed in Keene NH which is close enough, and where my dad grew up.
November 23, 2025 at 9:06 PM
November 23, 2025 at 8:37 PM
<grabs mic> LIQUID SWORDS
November 23, 2025 at 3:39 PM
#smallpoemsunday

My poem “Moon” published in jubilat, maybe 2014?
November 23, 2025 at 2:58 PM
Do I wanna go out with a lion's roar?
Yeah, I wanna go south and get me some more
Hey, they say that a stitch in time saves nine
They say I better stop or I'll go blind
She bop
Ohh
November 23, 2025 at 3:02 AM
Vermonters, ask your local lager stockist if this seasonal smoked Trösten is shipping forthwith and how and when you might procure it post haste.
November 22, 2025 at 10:03 PM
That’s me on the right, being very cool and handsome.
November 22, 2025 at 8:52 PM
“How are you, Scarlet Joe Handsome?”
November 22, 2025 at 3:53 PM
November
November 22, 2025 at 12:05 PM
The extra S is for —
November 21, 2025 at 7:10 PM