Author: admin

Or is it the pillow, Rumpled, crumpled, On our bed’s far side? The bumps look familiar Though they aren’t snoring – I see no head, But she burrows. A tendril of scent Pulls me from beneath the pink Comforter –...

A king’s heavy robes are not as stately as this owl’s thickly feathered wings. The curves of its beak hook in an elegant and deadly point. It crunches, with abandon, on the skull of a small- boned animal, or a crooked...

in memory of the Estonian poet Alexis Rannit Cellist, bowing the strings— touch of fingers giving wings to the sound opening out from the heart of the wood.

for Christine Cote Sunny morning here but nearly went down to freezing again last night. The geraniums on the stone bench we just put out are struggling but we’re hoping the radiant warmth will restore them. We’ve...

For Sue Ellen Pector Another twelve months came and went quickly. Bone-numbing restaurant freezer chill penetrates the house walls. Time to switch on the pivoting electric Lasko© heater. January 1st is here. Fireworks and...

After Truth Comes Out Of Her Well by Jean-Léon Gérome. Unsightly To look at, Unbearable To listen to, Easy To avoid For a moment, The shamed one Without clothes Scales up Protruding stones On the encircling wall, Climbs toward...

June of another summer drinking in afternoon sun big bobby hibiscus blossoms against regal grassy field a scene of intricate wallpaper trembling breeze catches distant memory complete with giddy youngster a blink of the past...