Past the Forty-Fifth Parallel / Monica Rico
“For two days, we are north, alone, wanting snow.” Monica Rico writes on changing winter, Lake Michigan, and birds.
Monica Rico
Seiche / Monica Rico
“When the rain came, I was relieved
not to yank another sail on.” Monica Rico writes on a seiche at harbor.
Black Crown / Monica Rico
“& of course there are flowers without scent, the ostentatious hydrangeas cover the house lest it not look like the others…” Monica Rico writes on flowers, herons, and walking women in “Black Crown.”
To Skip a Stone / Monica Rico
“I swear it was hours, years, we floated, and I touched you like a fish in stillness.” Monica Rico writes about Lake Michigan.