Like all you can’t touch Fitting February eve Trade-off: sun for bite ♦ —Jodi Vander… Read the postDrop
YAW! To the frontier Rope a salad-making man Picks out wilted greens ♦ —Jodi Vander… Read the postWest
Heart’s proximity With such crude tools we measure! Fingers, focus, sigh ♦ —Jodi Vander Molen… Read the postDepth
Eyes peeled, on we creep Fresh year’s warm bewilderment Memories of squint ♦ —Jodi Vander… Read the postFog
Steady for the win Yet where it goes, who can say January’s mist ♦ —Jodi… Read the postYear of the Rabbit
Winter, six days in Yet pierce this worn encasement! Eight fathoms down: spring ♦ —Jodi… Read the postBoth, And
Longing to be fruit Your arm extends, my agent As in love, so here ♦… Read the postFirst Person, Flower
Phone left in car: Fly! Hospital lot’s gusts, I’d rush Your bird’s perch: your side… Read the postTwo Days from Six
Daughter, couch, and snow December’s gut, napper’s sigh Cat’s eye catches crow ♦ —Jodi Vander… Read the postVigil
Groundhog sidewalk slick Knee-crack memory’s strong, boot on Winter’s careful crawl ♦ —Jodi Vander Molen… Read the postTread
