April 2020
Love Poem From Quarantine (52)
I can’t hold April from Six feet away, can’t Smell her, kiss her, Taste her from behind This cotton mask. A spring of many mouths— Chickweed opening its lips To the anxious wasp, The first [...]
For John Prine (Farm Poem 51)
There’s a green river never far. At the waking cusp of sleep, Where around each bend I find myself looking back As often as forward— The paddle dripping silver— To catch a glimpse of precisely [...]
March 2020
Pre-Order for Virginia Farmers’ Markets
Due to social-distancing restrictions placed on Virginia farmers' markets, we are are temporarily offering pre-orders from Monday through Wednesday night (Wednesday midnight cutoff), for delivery to market each weekend. This affects our Saturday Falls Church, [...]
February 2020
Aesthetically Invasive (50)
I see you, western New York, Finger lakes wolf-clawed Across the map, sleeting sheets Of snow peppering the salted Highway. Two hundred and fifty six Miles of abandoned tractors, Silos filled with hollow sky, Green [...]
January 2020
Punk Onions (49)
The snow lies in cockscomb Shadows on the tin roof, Hiding from the sun. Little can for long, Perhaps the bottoms of stones, The undercut stream bank, American living rooms. In my dim kitchen, the [...]
December 2019
Auld Lang Syne (48)
I’m still in love, It turns out, After all this time. Where else was there to be? The woman walks her dog Along the sidewalk, conspicuously Avoiding eye contact, and I can’t know her pain. [...]