Thought I’d slide up route 22 to visit Robert Frost today a good cool bright-blue-sky day but big red signs at the state line warned me Vermont was closed well, sort of, you know and it was too hard to … 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 →
Trouble springs from idleness, and grievous toil from needless ease.
