notes for a posthumous letter to Emily Dickinson – Here I am, another 21st century nothinghousebound by rain, the birdbath spilling its lipwhile bushtits bounce on teetery shoots in the hedge. On my desk, your face graces a box of cards bearing your (so-called) oracular lines, words like “ravage” and “Divulging” and “Heart.” Did you know these days unconventional capitalization is considered taboo? Along with your cute little dashes, too?This world is rule after rule....
