Land and Sea, She Created Them [a poem]

Land and Sea, She Created Them [a poem]

And on a Monday*, there came to be wildflowers, because of course they are a Monday people: prodigious, pearlificent, angiosperm (which is to mean they contain within them multitudes – anther and stigma). Eighty, ninety percent of what is green and growing, so much of...
Tales of Perilous Comforts

Tales of Perilous Comforts

        This article was first printed in the Greenfield Recorder. Around the corner from where we live, an enterprising soul has set up a quixotic scene. Using an old trailer once adapted to host performances, two life-size figures of snowmen...
Undertakers [a poem]

Undertakers [a poem]

Quiet, please, for the sexton beetles, who lower into the earth, slowly, the remains of the little ones: field mice, shrews, sparrows. An embalming of sorts takes place: an antibacterial cocktail of enzymes preserving the flesh, protecting the next generation of...