Poetry Easter BunnyThe dog this morning found a rabbit's entrails in the grass, just feet from the house and the first porch step.Nathaniel PerryAugust 10, 2021
Poetry On Repairing WindchimesI halfway thought the wind would still be in them, but the little coppery chimes were full instead of spider sacs and dauber mud, gray-red from the airs of abandoned years and hard as a gem.Nathaniel PerryAugust 10, 2021