ANTE MERIDIEM for Ivy What I desire in the morning is the music of guitar, its pottery-dull notes knocking knees in the lower strings and in the upper notes a skittering like the black-capped chickadee that ...

FEBRUARY Some flaky kid gave me gravel for a grin, I’m bundled up against the cold in a cast-off coat, and the scarf — that’s a joke, am I right? There’s nothing I can ...