Marrow
In “Marrow,” Amy McCann finds something sinister in the supposed comfort and beauty of a late summer evening, the birds roosting at dusk “something to nerve to.”
In “Marrow,” Amy McCann finds something sinister in the supposed comfort and beauty of a late summer evening, the birds roosting at dusk “something to nerve to.”
In this poem, Jan Lee Ande reminds us that even on “ordinary mornings” we can learn from nature, “that other text written by the finger of God.”