Monthly Archives: July 2017

In the good old days, when dauntless sailors knew the earth was flat, on the tattered edges of explorers maps was frightened writ: “There be dragons here!” But now we know our planet’s round. There be no fringe on earth … Continue reading →

May the Spirit use Her alchemy to make your orisons, diamonds, lavished at the feet of Divinity. May the Spirit use Her alchemy to make your praise songs, strings of golden threaded pearls draping the red velvet arm rests of … Continue reading →

I know where every bathroom is in every Lowes, Sunoco, Shop Rite and Pizza Hut in a thirty mile radius from my recliner. I know my daily dose of Tamsulosin is not always effective and that the typical rumbling timpani … Continue reading →

A soft summer morning. No shimmer in the lake. No stirring in the leaves. I explode the ordered weave of the universe by dewebbing a captive butterfly, leaving mommy spider and her babies to starve. A speckled yellow butterfly snared … Continue reading →

The Beerkill. Step out from the shore one yard, it’s two feet deep. Three steps further out, no bottom. But what if you dive from the stern or you leap from the gunnels? You may discover the edge of a … Continue reading →

My nine years old granddaughter, all seventy slender, determined pounds of her, full of moxie and grit and giggles and kindness, having just learned how to breathe in this new element, is, for her first time, stroking, kicking and splashing … Continue reading →

I love that I can do the things I love to do even though I can’t do the things I love to do like I used to do the things I love to do, still.

They found, in a cigar box, ensconced in a cubby hole of my antique roll top desk, address labels from Roxanne Blvd. Highland, NY, where I no longer lived, having passed on to a, if not better place, at least … Continue reading →

I am a collector of artifacts. Of paintings by Thorn, Canino, Syvertsen. Of books. (Yes, printed, paper, books) arranged by subject or author or poet, Frost, Mosher, Dickinson, Ferguson, Bohjalian, war, cancer, African detective agencies… lined up in my book … Continue reading →