"Go ahead," I say to my neighbor at the Putney Co-op who tells …
Chard DeNiord
The windows are dressed in feathers where the birds have flown against …
He lowered his head and darted through …
The nurse calls to tell me on Sunday evenings …
My sister and I went out to them with sugar …
I sat on the dock at dusk and spoke …
It’s not paradise I’m looking for …
The guests are floating in the lobby, …
A cloud spelled out a rune I couldn’t read …