Author: Amy Clampitt

Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- Olor that was to have super- Seded all need to remember Somerset were: a […]

An ingenuity too astonishing To be quite fortuitous is This bog full of sundews, sphagnum- Lined and shaped like a […]

Like the foghorn that’s all lung, The wind chime that’s all percussion, Like the wind itself, that’s merely air In […]

In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a […]

While you walk the water’s edge, Turning over concepts I can’t envision, the honking buoy Serves notice that at any […]

a stone at dawn Cold water in the basin These walls’ rough plaster Imageless After the hammering Of so much […]

Tufts, follicles, grubstake Biennial rosettes, a low- Life beach-blond scruff of Couch grass: notwithstanding The interglinting dregs Of wholesale upheaval […]

While the sun stops, or Seems to, to define a term For the indeterminable, The human aspect, here In the […]

The West Village by then was changing; before long The rundown brownstones at its farthest edge Would have slipped into […]

past parentage or gender Beyond sung vocables The slipped-between The so infinitesimal Fault line A limitless Interiority Beyond the woven […]