Feb 20, 2021 | Featured, Fiction |
Mrs Mean My house has porches fore and aft and holds a corner. I spy with care and patience on my neighbors but I seldom speak. They watch me too, of course, and so I count our evils even, though I guard my conscience with a claim to scientific coldness they cannot...
Apr 7, 2019 | Fiction, Poetry |
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it...
Aug 21, 2010 | Fiction, Poetry |
The morning sun serenely warms and gilds The rye and corn still damp in dewy fields, The sky has kept the freshness of the night. One wanders out just for the sake of it, Beside the river with dim yellow weeds, Along a grass path edged by alder-trees. The air is...
