Winter, six days in Yet pierce this worn encasement! Eight fathoms down: spring ♦ —Jodi… Read the postBoth, And
Longing to be fruit Your arm extends, my agent As in love, so here ♦… Read the postFirst Person, Flower
Phone left in car: Fly! Hospital lot’s gusts, I’d rush Your bird’s perch: your side… Read the postTwo Days from Six
Daughter, couch, and snow December’s gut, napper’s sigh Cat’s eye catches crow ♦ —Jodi Vander… Read the postVigil
