vermontpoem #38first night here 2:30 a.m. terrible crying strange not an owl could it be a dog trapped somewhere in the woods no not a dog it’s like nothing I’ve ever heard but what to do I...

a tiny lavender blossomfive petals fringed leafon the path to the shorea moment of happiness...

 specificity poem #1 grandchild cressie not yet 3 busy with pencil and paper – her mom heard her say “grass”– thought this worth a look since pictures so far were circles and scribbles no...

I weep a littlethis first night heregiving this place upwhere I’ve been comingsummers for sixty yearsthe colorful poetry wallin the bathroom blaketolkien le guin tennysonmy own kids’ writingsthe l...

 phish poem #1well odd things happen I am at a phish concert in saratoga springs not exactly atmore beside in my car but I can hear the throbbing drums sometimes a wail of a vocalist the crowd’...

 on remembering poem #7daddy bathed us a row of four in the tuba gentle word bathe but with daddy it was four left legs aloft scrubbed down with a soapy cloth four left arms stuck out ditto all t...

 where I grew up poem #3the house is gone the barn is gonethe metal corn bins are gone thedrying bins gone the corn storage building gone the corn processing building gone (the one with the mural...

the woman ahead of me in thecheckout line paid for her groceriesin quarters the cashier made manylittle stacks and checked them againand again to be sure there were fourin each the woman was more defi...