December 8th In winter without you I senda Florida postcard to myselfto somehow remind me of the weekafter mid-July and towards the endwhen scummy Dog Days were on the shelfand we had a…

December 7th Pearl Harbor Day. The cruciform. No rain last night, but an icestorm. Jewels! Today each twig is important, each ring, each infection, each form is all that the gods must have…

December 6th A light rain, as tranquil as an apple, today… mild and supple and fat and full-blown sweet like the last February 2nd on Groundhog Day. He wouldn’t come out and we…

December 5th That was Oswald’s November four long years ago. I remember meeting secretly once a week or oftener, know it wrong, but having those reasons. So I commute to your studio, my…

December 4nd And where did we meet? Was it in London on Carnaby Street? Was it in Paris on the Left Bank? That there that I can thank? No. It was Harvard Square…

December 3rd This is the mole- gray mouth of the year. Yesterday I stole out to your hunter’s cabin studio, surprising two woodchucks and a deer outside our makeshift bungalow. On the way…