A Loon Calling on South Branch Lake When I need to hear it most, I walk down to the dock in the back of my brain where calm water waits and listen, the world grinding itself on around me, bobbing... Continue Reading →
On Halloween I put on a mask, hide myself twice over. Super heroes pass by, shoulder to shoulder with their nemeses, and the undead lurch stolidly forward, ragged under a sickle moon, to stand in doorways with the iridescent play... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 