Abandoned Lot

Abandoned Lot 2500 1406 Laurie Koensgen

We overlook the garden, let the leaves slip into slickness and harden into ochre moats. The dahlias hold their shape a few stoic days–– like pursed lips glossed, like winter-waxed…

Geese Fly Over the Portland Road

Geese Fly Over the Portland Road 2000 1333 Beth Brooke

The geese flew today: a vanguard of winter. Like a plough turning the soil, their skein furrowed the sky; wings plunging through the air, pulled up and away from me.…