“Rocks and ripples,” they keep going (a poem)
“…not quite wiffling into nothing…”
“…the boy climbs to me…”…“A man’s job,” my poem
making a Christmas
“…surprise the hungry eye…”…John O’Donohue
in the early morning…
the snood thing…my poem
elegance enfolded, swaying…
Sarah Orne Jewett: Novels and Stories…book review
…an old fisherman’s tears…
Roosters scream to start the day…
why is that?
Whack!…the old glove…my poem
“Dad, here’s your glove…”
Atonement…movie and book review
my life is my penance
the fox on crusted snow, “Exit” my poem
one snuff of fear
The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale…book review
Literate, but impersonal