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dream back by the crossroads at camp Thirteen people gone town bulldozed— now a glass-littered mound and then a wave of black smoke ink flows over Pennsylvania hills fills the river valley the demo pile standing out over...

wafting in the deep currents by the sulfur sea vents the worms dance their thick tubes descending to the cold seafloor lights dance— not stars but baiting, voracious anglerfish I see them all from the round, bolted window of my...

I was lost      again. Among the birches…….. Unforgiving      majestic      in their      haughtiness          in their unspoken monotony Rucksack…empty      I think      except those iffy berries          ...

So many rules for Sonnet sound and shape. I want to try to make a perfect one, Petrarchan-style. At least I have begun . . . but now I’ll need a wand, top hat, and cape, as I encourage Rabbit to escape the hat, while spouting...

Awakening in quiet laps to shore, a morning heartbeat flutters into air- a flying v of geese at morning’s door relays a soft alarm. A deer aware here pauses lightly on the river’s edge. The morning sun calls peace throughout a...

Across a garden wall of hollyhocks, a lilac bush has now begun to bloom. A woodpecker nearby so loudly knocks. Fragrance of the Spring begins to fill the room. And here so quietly from in the soil, new life begins to sprout in...

Always, always it will be this; first light unfolding like a sacred brilliant star, a bright new day rising up…a dove’s flight- a scattering of shadows both near and far. Morning upon the bough and all too brief, the ripened...

recently told me a personal story about how he worked full-time and a half while his wife went to school and finished up a Ph.D. in the Italian Language and Italian literature. Soon after, she divorced him, took a teaching job...

“You know that my husband passed away!?” she says to me. “Must be over ten years ago now!” I answer in a sympathetic tone. “No, it was seven years ago. . . actually the 12th of this month!” she replies. “Sorry. . . somehow, I...

Clouds of gulls hang above trawlers unloading their catch. Fish mongers set up tents. The blue bridge opens for the tall masts of a ship, and the bells of Saint Jacques toll the hour. Cars flow in and out of the round-about. The...

Drizzle drips all day from dark overcast. The shrill reverberation of a chainsaw biting through bark fills the forest. Growing up, I witnessed log trucks transporting giants. A tree cut into three pieces could make an entire...

Deciding to take a short cut, I come to a rim where the floor of pine needles abruptly ends, then two hundred yards of steep embankment. I take a few steps down the slope, but instead of leaving footprints, pale yellow pumice...