Ain’t Nothing Straight (v.2.3)
So long, 2020. Here's a reluctant paean: Ain’t nothing straight: [...]
So long, 2020. Here's a reluctant paean: Ain’t nothing straight: [...]
A pair of sharp-shinned hawks Found our farm. Never Far [...]
The edge of wild, where Hickory and goldenrod nod Cobwebbed [...]
I can’t hold April from Six feet away, can’t Smell [...]
There’s a green river never far. At the waking cusp [...]
Due to social-distancing restrictions placed on Virginia farmers' markets, we [...]
I see you, western New York, Finger lakes wolf-clawed Across [...]
The snow lies in cockscomb Shadows on the tin roof, [...]
I’m still in love, It turns out, After all this [...]
Gentle, where the chainsaw Gouges the bark, Throwing thick chips, [...]