a tree for Becky…”A man’s job,” my poem
some Yuletide cheer…
“hula hope,” hard work, great rhythm (my poem)
she hipped it again and again
The Complete Poems of Sarah Orne Jewett (book review)
you see what she sees…
“…the journey is always different…”…(”Whither…” my poem)
“…in the second passage.”
“…the lean pilgrim…”—“Singleton,” my poem
Mr. Robin was too early…
“What the hangman hears” is more than words (poem)
“…the rope is so big…”
She’s trying to talk, just sayin’…
and singing is allowed
“Aurora,” a spark of dawn (poem)
“…but has no style…and scarcely bright…”
“Love has a name,” a ruby future (poem)
a lonely rose, barely hot tears…
“…the frosted flowing stream…” (“The water way,” poem)
…defies the glaze of winter