“faintest breaths…”…“another thing,” my poem
they never look up
“a dancing wight”…“Another time,” my poem
no song sublime
The Eye of the Story…book review
essays and reviews by Eudora Welty
you’re “it”!…my poem
whatever halcyon means…
Our Ancient Faith…book review
not really a Lincoln book
“we think dirt is dirty…”…my poem
“we tend to be messy…”
chat with a chippie?…my poem
different lives…
“way up there,” that bird…my poem
her pacific view
The Brothers…Civil War storytelling
Jan Kovarik tells the story
lean back and listen…my poem
a few tinkling keys