PinnedPublished inPoets Unlimitedsomething is comingLong ago, when I lived on the island,Aug 7, 201810Aug 7, 201810
PinnedPublished inPoets UnlimitedLooking out my windowLook out upon the garden, a wither of tangled vines unharvested fruits hang cracked and past their time mist, softer than a lover’s…Oct 17, 20185Oct 17, 20185
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PinnedThe Knock on the Door100 degrees in the land of ice and snow Polar bear’s got nowhere to go All that was perma, about to be lostJul 1, 20203Jul 1, 20203
Party’s OverHosting events is not my thing, expectations rise with status, having my all my bosses over for a meal is neither casual or simple. After…Oct 19Oct 19
EdgesShe pieces the quilt painstakingly, each edge clean, every seam flattened, angles and points aligned, The easy perfect fit, hides all trace…Sep 29Sep 29
The Wonder of GardeningI learned to garden with my mother in a patch of rocky soil on Gotts Island in Maine. My mother had learned her gardening habit with her…Aug 161Aug 161