TEACH, NOT PREACH
I have been resisting the urge to write about this election for weeks now. It is a delicious situation, with...
I have been resisting the urge to write about this election for weeks now. It is a delicious situation, with...
SPARROW It’s not the wind that lacerates Not the wind that barks or howls. The wolf at the door is a...
NEW YORK MOSAIC THREE NOVELS BY ISABEL BOLTON DO I WAKE OR DO I SLEEP (1946) THE CHRISTMAS TREE (1949) MANY...
A couple of weeks ago I was in Vermont for the funeral of an old friend, Cate Stratton. Cate’s brother...
This link was posted by someone on facebook. It’s from a piece written in 2010 by Kristian Hoffman,...
Walk Snarls and whips of bracken An eye glowing behind a lid of cloud And fractals of black branches Dulled...
Too many are going….I wrote this for the Strattons when they lost Cate recently. Cate The door is...
Half Sonnet Leafless bushes bangled With carnelian beads. Lines of woodbine Red above the rushes, tangled....