It’s January, January 21 to be precise, and I’ve stepped out onto the back porch to deposit the trash from the house in the can to wait for the deposit onto the truck to take it away, no muss no fuss ...

It’s easy to think of Christina Rossetti (1830–1894) as a caricature of her own extremes: morbid and (as other of her poems we have run in the Sun suggest) maybe a little hysterical, certainly strange ...

The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Tuesday. Send poems to [email protected] with the subject line "Poetry submission." ...