I dream of stalks, my brother Michael getting lost between, on a weekend trip to the Fornier’s in an unknown town in New Hampshire.
for Steven Of shagbark hickory, or pignut mockernut, bitternut, and all the other hard choices that bring us beauty leaving and the kind of
Last fall I watched as the petals of the Grover rose waved their last goodbye. Who can name the strange music that waits where