i've got several posts in the works, but spring has definitely sprung in vermont and there is no longer enough time in the day to do all the things i need to do, all the things i want to do, plus sleep and pee. until i get a rainy day with no Mom:Chauffeur duties, have … Continue reading snipe hunt
Category: poetry
the spindle
long skeins run north to southin heather strands of greywith flecks of white and black spun inknitting winter from the windsblending soft angora flakes of snowwith rugged red and chestnut woolto craft a fabric that wraps the worldin somnolent silencethe seed of summer lies quieta small death that will spin backward come april when thelong … Continue reading the spindle
horseshoe nails
the line between utility and art is blurred in this pale, pointed dart. heavy, sharply silver nail uniform in every part.
ode to a cow
dawn: gray and silver, chill frost. cold pail. the morning is painted in metal: gold, platinum, silver and earth: ochre, umber, black, and soil. the hinges of the handle of the pail creak and jingle. small cloven hooves of caprines skip over the pale grass. the cattle lift their heads, massive furzy heads with tufts … Continue reading ode to a cow
the gumboot gumshoe 