There is a danger when I am home alone and spy a carton of eggs when opening the refrigerator door even moreso if there is also bread in the breadbox and then if a saucepan is clean I can hard-boil some of those eggs while…

IX. The Bird Tree is in a bubble I inhabit during fleeting Vermont summers.   Perennials surround the tree and flank the observation porch a few feet away.   Squirrels, Chipmunks, and an occasional Black Bear are also attracted by the feeders.   Porch visitors comment…

A tin of light tuna in oil–“Chicken of the Sea’– once passed as gourmet at least with me, so it might come back with a recession, for once all were skinny (without question): First blend dallops of white flour and butter. Once the butter melts,…

It’s been a while since writing poetry. Oh when we were sheltered in place. I wrote almost everyday. Now, I got things to do people to see and places to go. So, when I became aware of the poetry marathon. I challenged myself to sit…

Dinosaur toys Not just for boys Rough and tumble was the way I played

I’m wearing a tiger mask it is papier mache and peeling on the edges I took great pains to sculpt the fangs Today, I am the predator.   My prey wears a nice suit and now a bewildered expression as the plunger depresses and the…

The Crow is a master scavenger. A sleek survivor built to think, to adapt, to communicate, to overcome the harshness of a world that is designed to stop you the moment you look down. With a head on a swivel, though, you just may find…

my walk into the forest revealed to harmony in nature i didn’t know that the songs birds sing in the forest are properly choreographed in unison with the trees and all the birds do the vocals the trees take to the dance floor the wind…

What is it about you that compels me to  find you, to seek you out? Is there comfort,    or hope for a future with you? No! Yes! You  offer me nothing more than a short affair no matter how many times I seek something …

  A Prize in Every Box Popcorn in the cupboard prompts a cascade of childhood memories— the boxes of ‘Cracker Jack’; once-a- week-treats, with a treasure in every box. Sunday brunch at The Owl’s Nest, dressing in fine clothes, carrying a purse with a gold…