Category Archives: Emily Dickinson

The Thing with Feathers

A late May frost overnight and in the grey light of dawn breath hangs visible in air still and cold as autumn. From the square a block over a cacophony of crows sounds, tormenting a fox into short, harsh shrieks. … Continue reading

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What Emily Would Write Today (poems from old notebooks)

I’m a pretty big fan of Emily Dickinson. And one day a couple of years ago it occurred to me to that it would be fun to write an Emily pastiche.  I was right. This is from August, 2011. What … Continue reading

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