David Adès: Our Griefs
When they were little and not yet anguish
we nurtured our griefs,
we coddled them,
said there, there, things will get better.
November 7, 2024 · 11 Comments
Doug Anderson: Sanity
Hands deep in loam. Leaning my face against a draft horse to hear his heart. The molasses smell of dark grain. The smell of a woman’s hair. The meadow quiet … Continue reading
February 8, 2015 · Leave a comment
