[10/7/20]

I haven’t written very much in recent weeks, perhaps because I’ve been able to go out more since being vaccinated. Also, I think I’ve gone a bit fallow after putting together the year’s worth of poems

This morning’s poem comes from the forecast of a polar cold front due to sweep down the mid-Atlantic coast later this week. Coat Pockets As late winter deepens, falling from a sky sometimes scoured bl

Dried Grass-Leaves after a photo by Tom Clausen Fallen on the snow, these dry grass leaves are glyphs we must translate— each become a random calligraphy, a pale ghost of its former self. Perhaps they