Tag: Dan Chelotti

  • Three Poems by Dan Chelotti

    Three Poems by Dan Chelotti

    Depth of Field There are four triangular slotsto hold the pictures downand some have been there so longthey’re stuck. They could take usanywhere. Back, back beforethe sand in the hourglasswas replaced with ash:a playpen in the middle of a field.The fly in the room buzzes.It won’t come back. The standof birches on the edge of…