by Brad Crump | Oct 19, 2023 | No category
In Gaelic mythology, the Cailleachis the crone-goddess of winter and wild things All morning the Cooper’s hawkhas been slaking the hungerthat harrows her—a house finchseized from the feeder. All morning hunched at herwork under the arborvitaeshe takes her sweettime to...
by Brad Crump | Oct 19, 2023 | Recent poems
Blinded Sphinx Moth Caterpillar, Paonia excaecata One day I will fly by night,hornworm turnedhummingbird.Believe it. ButI was never blind—you got that wrong.No one put out my eyes.I’ve twelve of them. AllI need to see is light and howit changes. Horned thoughI am, I’m...
by Brad Crump | Oct 18, 2023 | Recent poems
Midsummerhigh on the Tree: your mother, freshlyfucked, strokes a young green acorn with her dowsing-rod antennae, seeming absent-minded, divines the precise spot, sawsa pinhead circle through the pericarp with the blades on the tip of her ex-quisitely curved rostrum...
by Brad Crump | Jul 1, 2023 | ESSAYS
The Sense of an...
by Brad Crump | Jul 1, 2023 | AUDIO & VIDEO
The lindens: Discovering natural beauty in ordinary...