The Almanac, in Fragments
Every line here was lifted from a real almanac, rearranged but never rewritten - the found poem as a way of listening to the past on its own terms.
Column
Verse
Three Poems for a Late Migration
Three short poems written across one unusually warm autumn, tracking a migration that kept not arriving on schedule.
Instructions for Leaving a Small Town
A poem in six parts about packing a car before dawn and what gets left behind on the porch.
Nocturne for a Small Airport
A single long poem set entirely inside a regional airport after the last commercial flight has left for the night.
Two Poems Written at the Edge of a Field
Two poems, each written in the time it takes to stand at the edge of a field and actually look at it, rather than simply pass by.
Elegy for the Landline
A short poem about a family's last corded phone and the length it could just barely reach into the garden.
A Sequence for the Dry Season
Written in the driest months of the year, these poems keep circling back to the same small acts of waiting for water that never quite arrives on schedule.
Elegies for Machines That Still Run
An elegy usually waits for the death. These were written for machines that still work, on the theory that grief can start early and be no less true for it.
