From a special edition of The Country Hen’s Farm News.

Marcella's recipe for white clam sauce is delicious, but there is a lot of page-flipping involved. Here is the fix!

Inspired by Lilia, impressively replicated by Sarah Chihaya.

I am pleased with my newfound ability to decorate things with strawberries.

From a manuscript describing the language of Farksolia. By Barbara Newhall Follett, written in her childhood, sometime in the 1920s.

Poked around in the National Archives re: the history of pallets. This is an excerpt from the Daily Diary published by the U.S. Army’s supply depot in Jeffersonville, Indiana.

Ran into these cows near Stump Sprouts, in northern Mass., a few days ago. It was snowy. Are they not suspiciously furry?

These plants are not typically satisfactory in lawns and gardens. There are several ways to get rid of them, but only one method proves to be permanent.

New favorite lyric: What purpose in these deeds? Oh fox confessor, please...

It’s time to start looking into Elizabeth Bishop.

Went to the Sephardic Jewish Center in Canarsie for Rosh Hashanah...

Irene came. I had coffee, got untorpid, cleaned my room. We filled up some bottles of water and laughed about how unprepared we were. I read some Lear, the storm scene. We discovered that Netflix has disappointingly few streaming movies with Spanish subtitles...

I love these lines: “And the truth of briars she had to have run through.” The “sharp truth distressing surfaces of fur” reminds me of another poem of Rich’s, “Late Ghazal,” where she writes, “In the thickets of abstraction my skin ran with blood.”

This is a good sentence. This is what we came for...