Poco Allegretto and Found Light
Almost no orchestral works have picked up specific images for me. I’d like to keep them that way. Continue reading Poco Allegretto and Found Light
Almost no orchestral works have picked up specific images for me. I’d like to keep them that way. Continue reading Poco Allegretto and Found Light
Hope woke for me at Saturday’s marches, but the marches aren’t the first catalyst. Continue reading Hope in Winter
Not meaning to leave the party, I’d slipped out not saying goodbye. Continue reading Where I’m Writing From
I did not think: next October will be faded.
I have my own way of standing half astride today
you must not think it’s a thing to get over
Few lights of any kind show through the woods, even here on the ranger station side of the highway. Continue reading Camping After Labor Day
The trucks stand curbside at the trunk roads into the neighborhood, white cabs outsized for the white tanks melded to the flatbeds behind them. Continue reading Dog Walking on Pesticide Day
The error in the formula keeps us thinking.
I cannot say what anyone wore. Were skirts
about the knee?
On this coast houses are clearly references.
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