Winter pings its last Buries any breathing grass Fool’s spring plays its hand ♦ —Jodi… Read the postOne More Snow
On the ground again Saturday’s lingering bruise Sunday’s smooth raw flail ♦ —Jodi Vander Molen… Read the postSlick
That rock, this hard place Here, where rubber meets the road That apple, so ripe… Read the postFebruary Eve
Snow plow’s ghastly edge Where has all her softness gone January’s rage ♦ —Jodi Vander… Read the postRequiem for A Summer Heart
Memorized her lines In shadows we watch the stage Curtain, pulleys: poised ♦ —Jodi Vander… Read the postWings
New year’s caustic gust Love: your stake, a hollow bell Me: suffering fool ♦ —Jodi… Read the postGladly
