Another week lost to remunerative work—just one fragment huddled on my notebook’s page: The broken bellsounds over the broken fields.Black chopped earth,scattered clouds. Not substantial enough for a Friday Notebook entry, I think. So here’s another unpublished poem drawn from an old notebook. This one comes with a back story. * I remember being tremendously excited about this one. It felt like a breakthrough. I had so much confidence in it that I chose to read it before an audience that included some dauntingly talented poets: Bill Matthews, Jack Collom, Judith Moffett, and Reg Saner among them.Read More