The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house could be anywhere across this busted, split to bits country, where nearly all the frightened people are masked to hide their fears, as cities burn and bullets scar the air. For […]
John L. Stanizzi
John L. Stanizzi’s full-length collections include Ecstasy among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, and Dance against the Wall. His poems have appeared in Prairie Schooner, American Life in Poetry, and the New York Quarterly, among others. Stanizzi has been translated into Italian and appeared in El Ghibli, the Journal of Italian Translations Bonafinni, and Poetarium Silva. A former New England Poet of the Year, Stanizzi teaches literature at Manchester Community College, in Connecticut, and he lives with his wife, Carol, in Coventry, Ct. https://www.johnlstanizzi.com
POND
12.10.186:58 a.m.20 degrees Petulant nuthatch cranks at me to fill the feeders.Open water yesterday is frozen today, and yesterday’s ice isnoticeably thicker this morning. The hoarfrost landscape isdull, but the sun has just risen, and soon the dew will glint and then vanish. 12.12.1812:28 p.m.28 degrees Papyral leaves encased in this new iceover which I […]