on the head of
through dense trees I see
first baptist white spire
near the end
of the old post road.
wind in the trees
Reading from three favorite poetry anthologies on the back porch on June 17 (anniversary of Watergate breakin!) The three tomes are 1-Th...
Here’s this years picks that clicked. This year I’m gonna focus on songs rather than albums. Don’t know, may have done that last year too,...
First heard the Paul Butterfield blues band early in the summer of love 1967. We lent the record among our crew. For us they were somethi...
Like a feather caught in a vortex, Williams ran around the square of bases at the center of our beseeching screaming. He ran as he alwa...