Stephen Dobyns: How to Like It
These are the first days of fall. The wind
at evening smells of roads still to be traveled,
while the sound of leaves blowing across the lawns
is like an unsettled feeling in the blood,
the desire to get in a car and just keep driving.
September 22, 2020 · 1 Comment
Michael Simms: Oh God She Says
Oh God she says
The dog has learned to spell
September 13, 2020 · 12 Comments
David Adès: One Manifestation of Compassion
I did the only humane thing left
March 14, 2020 · 2 Comments
Ruth Clark: Here in Hereford — The Archer on Sam’s Table
Because we have the archer, I always arise about the same time to walk him. He lies patient and silent in his crate as I dress in the big room, … Continue reading
March 29, 2018 · Leave a comment