Letter from away

Sunset in Amherst, VA, today is twenty-four minutes later than in Bloomfield, NJ.

Whistle

Haircut panic.

Muster Point

Say less.

Fern (do over)

This storm is named Fern. A cat named Fern scratched Ilya once.

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Bobina doesn't get paper cuts, or eat too many raisins (or any raisins at all), and she does not count the years or minutes or steps. She looks cute always, and never deletes later. And when the stuk-stuk-stuk of men putting in a new roof for the neighbors

Trees dam the night

We're driving home on Route 3 in Jersey. "Did you see the car without lights?" "No, where." "Exactly." You knew that car was there, you tell me, because of how the cars around it were moving. Albedo, you tell me, is the

A runner can be a rug

Sometimes I feel like a pioneer woman,

A sprig of something festive

The pomegranates

Mistakes were made, their name was midtown.

Snow day

The wind shakes the snow from the trees, the trees are a snow sifter.

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A tree grows in Belgium

In Boom, Belgium, we lived for a short time with a woman named Gusta. She lived on a narrow street, paved with bricks, or maybe it was just that the narrow brick houses were so close together that I've remembered everything as brick. The children in that town