Last night a few days after the last seen flurry, a scent of, daring, spring. Just past the last hill home where the shoulder is a stream now dopplerized frogs in a night of crossing roads of crossing seasons no … Continue reading →
I don’t remember if the accompanying gold had a specific name but that green darkened many a kitchen cabinet and appliance in its day… Long ago, in a childhood far away in upstate New York kitchens used to be avocado, … Continue reading →
At the Poetry Reading (after Billy Collins) Listening to his poems and to the audience laughing and giving that singular sound of recognition, I wanted someone to read my poems so I could hear that inhalation. After, he took questions. … Continue reading →
Halfway from home we stop, •
the classic diner Continue reading →
Yes it was snowing again this morning. The front yard fills up with the early arrivals grounded, bedraggled, doubting themselves, hoping for better. They get more sunflower seeds instead. They scuffle nonchalantly in the April snow, all beaks toward May.
Rare is the person who can weigh the faults of others without putting his thumb on the scales.
