Hammond Branch

HAMMOND BRANCH Creekside. Evening light filters through leaves. I know these woods— could navigate them in the half light of dusk, or even at night. Hammond Branch is different each time I walk along its banks. Rocks shifted by the current, a bit of bank eroded, water pooled behind a log, debris-choked, waiting for the … More Hammond Branch

Coles Point Morning

I started this poem a couple weeks ago– on Labor Day to be specific. It sat in rough draft form in my notebook for a week or so before I began working with it. In the process, I’ve changed words (the crabbers banter “carried” across the water, then “flowed,” then “skimmed”), played with the length … More Coles Point Morning