Union Station in Washington, D.C. — a pretty friendly city in general, I find. I hadn’t meant to be there for nearly three weeks, but I’m grateful for the time I had to get to know the place a bit.
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
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