From the Introduction:
In college, I was a double major in Literary Criticism and Creative Writing. At my school, for each major you had, you had to also have a minor. So, always the optimist, for my Creative Writing degree I majored in short story writing and minored in poetry. I loved it, but mostly because no one in that department was really paying attention to my grammar.
From White Mushrooms:
This year, the first snow of December
came earlier and heavier
than many of us can remember.
Rounded piles of snow built up on
picnic tables
trash cans,
forgotten garden gnomes,
little, decorative shrubs
planted and pampered
through long, humid
summer days
buried now
beneath
white mushrooms.
