from Ancient Memories After the leaves have dropped and the wind shifts in from the North, after the pumpkins have all withered on limestone stoops and I’ve managed to put away the garden fountain, tucking the ancient green Chinese pot away in any old corner, the snow comes on inconvenient days— Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays— days of work and driving and being out in it. This year, the first snow of December came earlier and heavier than many of us can remember. Rounded piles

I started this poem on October 9, 2020 and today it was published by Silver Birch Press . Staggering is still moving forward! Living in...

from Ancient Memories . This morning our low was 37 and we're headed to 53 at some point. Cue the melting...

Yesterday I was surprised by another poem coming out on the Silver Birch Press site! I wrote Epistolary Requiem some time ago, but then...