I am beginning to splinter, all the rain and heat last summer, and months of standing between tiller and mower alone with my thoughts from first frost until now. I remember only the mingled smells, ripeness and rot. Tell me, what was the difference then? I failed you and could not keep the crows … Continue reading Plein Air: What the Scarecrow Thought, by Niamh Corcoran
Niamh Corcoran’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Third Coast, Magma, Limestone, Ekphrasis, and elsewhere. A poet and a visual artist, she lives in Maryland with her family.
Cider Press Review, Volume 13 (2012)