Poems by Alice-Catherine Jennings

How like a winter hath my absence been …   Water witching my way to the river I unclasp the iron brackets of the clapboard gate— the smell of brown green. The estuary renews   its force while the lichen pimples the slabs of stone at the water’s edge. Crescano crescano crescano églantier, ephedra & … Continue reading Poems by Alice-Catherine Jennings