Monthly Archives: March 2016

The old oak finally fell. He grew just inside the wood line so he hurt nothing, no ones deck or porch, no telephone wires, no chipped stone chimney. He just gave up and came down. Only a few accommodating neighbors … Continue reading →

I miss Autumn, when hues lit my life, scarlets, yellows, russets in a golden light. But now my beard is white. My hair, what’s left, is gray. Snow swirls along my way. A ghost blanketing the ground under a pale … Continue reading →

And if, perchance… then the only boon I shall beg the clouds, as uneven trade for what little good I’ve done: that you be let to wait for me but a brief moment, so we, together, may journey past the … Continue reading →

If I should, perforce, proceed you, towards the great woods, I shall, if They allow, await you. I shall sit on the bench beneath the grand old maple sentinel in the meadow, guard of the darkening path into the trees. … Continue reading →

I can’t get my inside out of you. I’ve been upside down since I saw you. You’re always so right side up, so right side up. Your bottom is never on top. You never fall down, never! Yet now I … Continue reading →

How important to pith this frog, insert the probe, scramble the brain, electrocute the moist, silky skin of its green, brown, yellow body, watch its eyes bubble, watch its legs stretch, contract, stretch, contract on its electric rack, feel the … Continue reading →