- - Four Crows: between winter and spring The white blanket’s thrown off. Meadow grass is flattened and combed like hair, sore with w...

Love loves love The hoof loves the ground because it's there always and yet always changes at her touch. They begin to look...

- - quinoa seeds If you came from One Stop Poetry for the One Shot Wednesday poem, it's at the end. (Of course you're welcome to r...

-- - Needs Leaning toward the stand of tasty hostas the ducks are lined up, necks stretched, black beetle eyes about to fly from the...