{"product_id":"time-marches-on","title":"time marches on","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eby \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eMichelle Trantham\u003c!-- notionvc: 46b04f2b-44bf-499b-8ced-5921b4e64cbf --\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"font-claude-response-body break-words whitespace-normal leading-[1.7]\"\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan data-token-index=\"0\" class=\"notion-enable-hover\"\u003etime marches on\u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003emoves between backyard storms and studio apartments, between a grandmother's basement and a Boston fern that outgrows its pot. These poems carry a Midwest inheritance, doppler radar, black-eyed peas, the vocabulary of warning systems learned as kids, into the newer weather of adult life: rejection emails, doomscrolling, a cat's absence still fresh in an apartment built for two. There are little rituals here, small superstitions against a world moving faster than anyone can control, and there is real grief for a grandmother whose only lesson left behind was that time marches on, and nobody knows exactly where. Wry, plainspoken, and unafraid of both bad news and small comforts, this is a collection about living in rented rooms, on borrowed time, in the pause between one storm and the next.\u003c!-- notionvc: 2857193e-ba0f-4723-ae00-2ceae39cb935 --\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Bainbridge Island Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":55367544602929,"sku":null,"price":5.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0838\/3922\/2065\/files\/XPRESS-TimeMarchesOn.png?v=1784591500","url":"https:\/\/bainbridgeisland.press\/products\/time-marches-on","provider":"Bainbridge Island Press","version":"1.0","type":"link"}