never too old to sing…Amor Towles quote
as we age
“…she never looks up…” “facta,” my poem
her temples are sturdy…
“a welcome”…my poem
the woods make a welcome
“getting closer,”…my poem
thinking about things
“The ocean makes its thrum…”…“Ashore,” my poem
high tide at Beachmere Inn
A word from Longfellow…
(keep it short)
The Book of Days…part lxvii
nature poems about the dawn’s early light…
“Escape,” a scrambling sky, my poem
hustling far away
green, green…it’s so easy, my poem
think about green-ness…
A deadly masquerade of amour…Les Liaisons Dangereuses
it’s more than talk…(book review)