Two poems by Hailey Leithauser.
No other song
or swoop (part
quiver, part swivel and
tour de force
stray the course note… 225 more words
Last week I heard a mockingbird singing in the wee hours for the first time this year. I’ve been seeing them sitting in the overgrown apple tree in my backyard (I think they’re year-round residents in the Bay), but I hadn’t yet been awakened by their midnight battle arias. 154 more words