Close Reading the Wood-pile

About this time every year, when the leaves begin to fall and the soil is perpetually wet and cushiony, I begin to long, strangely enough, for comfortable measurements. The three deer who’ve visited our lawn came back this second morning, so that’s a start. The tiny, unrecognizable bird (sparrow? finch?) fluttered in and out of […]

Not entirely idle

Happy Fall! Here’s a poem from Nomad’s End, published by Finishing Line Press. Purchase a personalized signed copy of the chapbook by clicking here . I’ll pick up the shipping! Occupation of Autumn Afternoon on the last day of September begins with sun shifting across the tiara of sky. The equinox has passed and autumn carefully […]

Rusting

From Four Blue Eggs Please add Homebound Publications to your list of stops for holiday shopping. Winter Sale–25% off! Finish 2015 off with a book in your lap. How to Say Goodbye The eighth month buzzes through lichen days, dry and hot; mud pools sweat from the long-ago decadence of rain and frogs plop like […]