Spring Poem

the first sugar ant surveys the counter lifting the silver brittleness of last years herbs, fresh oregano is clamped to the ground, more leaf than stem, more green than anything except pincushion moss among its fellows and lichens crowding a planetscape on a boulder.a housefly makes wobbly lobs of test flights. clusters of junco flocks sweep tips of […]

Out and about

Have you noticed how cooking and editing are comically ill-at-odds with each other? Did you know ravioli is edible after being cooked for at least 25 minutes and fried for the last few? *le sigh* I have poems up at Thinking About Strawberries All the Time. Did I mention the Griffin Prize wants feedback? I […]