**** All Souls **** A citrus swirl of myrtle crosses my pathas three skulking brush turkeys scatter dramaticallyinto the understoryCrushed …
**** Perspective **** It is February. From the tracks beyond the cemeterythe last train defies the dark, defies the dark …
**** Rule 23 **** Friend, I hear there’s a holeon the tops of our heads that only one person whofinally …
**** Burren Sunset for Ann Kenny **** Winter burned her sunset here against the bare black bones of ghastly trees …
Day 5 Putting Food By **** The achingly red Roma tomatoesfill the bleached porcelain sinklike the bulbous detritus of summer.The …