My dogs will vote Dem
Pity Seamus’ awful ride
Mitt’s one cold cad.
You are invited to contribute three line haiku, senryu or whatever and I might put them in this spot. Of course, I reserve all creative and editorial/political judgment. Email them to me — you know where.
A semi-shameless plug for a new poetry anthology, “Birchsong, Poetry Centered in Vermont” which includes two of my poems but, more importantly, lots of terrific pieces by authors you know and many you may not.
The official website notes it is …
Iceland
In a coffee den
tucked under the hill
mugs anchor, fingers
click click on shining
MacBooks. Beyond
the iron door icy
flakes whirl above
cobblestoned square,
small children spin,
then fall happy
in October winter
lost and found
in the …
It was summer. So despite the October snow, I thought I’d bring back this midsummer ramble.
High Summer in the Upper Valley
There really is a Windy Blood Lane:
exit the pond on Potato Road,
forget the two pairs …
I.
We struggle to see the green flash;
in summer, sit patiently
on the gray deck at twilight
facing Cuttyhunk and her sister isles
as fog dissipates and navigation tower
emerges at the entrance to Newport Harbor
like some oversized Queen’s …
There is still some snow in the woods and hollows but it’s definitely spring now. Still, a mailbox poem seemed in order in all this rain.
“Nothing flatters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose — unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a baseball with distinction.”…
