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
