Well, to say the least, it was raining. And then it rained some more. And then Billy Collins did his live reading at 5:30 – Thank you Billy! When the rain came down making circles in circles of the world … Continue reading →
I think many are experiencing these sudden grabs of emotion. Every day, a swath of tears leaps unexpected a cut of green against weeds in an April landscape The rest runs to rules hills fading to light and blue above … Continue reading →
There were three poems, but this one was a little more ready to go. More in the continuing string of longer than normal poems! Someone on facebook asked what pickles were on our refrigerator shelves and a lively listing ensued. … Continue reading →
Rainy and sunny. Another spring in New England Day. Daffodils and cold. Like many, I’m having to work at the big question: what day is it? Outside, it’s raining and so I go, so my whole face is wet. My … Continue reading →
Early poem today All the neighbors, the men, have got an urge to prune. Starts with some study — careful study, and clippers, pruners and chainsaws. Bonsai topiary to its conclusion nothing to impede the mower. My next door neighbor … Continue reading →
On attachment: The tighter you squeeze, the less you have.
