From Baden, or what’s left of it, …
Devin Johnston
The feeling of time derives from heat, …
We gathered in a field southwest of town, …
Oysters adhere …
A blast off the Atlantic …
As sweetness flows through these new days, …
A pair of Orpingtons, …
I’ve tracked myself from day to day …
A rail, buff-banded rail, …
Zipping your skirt, you rustle past, …
A mockingbird …
On Christmas Day, Kathleen and I …
White ash, …