We love serving up a delicious new poem every morning for breakfast. However, we've added so much to our plate that we just can't keep up with it all. This past March we opened the Poetry and Arts Barn in... Continue Reading →
Fairy Tale If Rumpelstiltskin appeared from straw and demanded my first born he would have to take the poem that went south one winter day when my love told me it didn't make sense: there's sense and nonsense I'd say,... Continue Reading →
Sunday Morning I bring the New York Times in its blue plastic bag from the end of my driveway. I hunt obituaries, an article about New Jersey, then move on to places I’ve never been — Thailand, China, Japan, all... Continue Reading →
Gathering Grandma A child of the Great Depression, grandma became an adult who stocked up on paper towels, toilet paper, coffee, sugar, and flour by the pound, even those braided multi-colored area rugs. Her upstairs bedrooms, once occupied by her... Continue Reading →
Mise En Place A married couple sit on the porch and hear someone knocking at the door. It is quite loud. The wife says Maybe we should answer the door. It is getting louder. Their sons are sitting in a... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 