Poetry
Spring 2014
On the Day the World Is Forecast to End and Does Not
So night’s been poured and drunk. The migrained clouds stumble and blanch. An ornery sky. A dumb sun-slant on dingy snow. On my own stoop, a Christmas wreath loses its […]
Poetry
Spring 2014
Another Prophecy Unfulfilled
In the beginning, the dirt was teaberried— snapped leaf saying We, a drift of mint. And the trees, the fox, and the vole leafed out for years. The vole would […]