Unending there is a Baskin-Robbins where I left my heart, two miles from the house I grew up in, where my family used to go every ...

'He pops around in his spare time to bring me something celestial to put in one of my poems - an angel's feather in a Jiffy bag, a clutch...

Long ago, it must be long ago, I have a photograph. The crevasse- wringled The winds of it. Died with it. There. Years ago, so much...

They waited. Shoulder to shoulder they sat on the front porch plucking freshly thorned briers from their skin. Born eleven months apart,...

'A few years from now maybe months maybe weeks, a huge wind will claim back the carefully sculpted scoops of road' p.16 'Nature Reversed'...