Pinnedbenjamin weinberginPoets Unlimitedsomething is comingLong ago, when I lived on the island,Aug 7, 201810Aug 7, 201810
Pinnedbenjamin weinberginPoets 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
Pinnedbenjamin weinberginAge of AwarenessLosing homeI dreamed the old man last night Driving cross country road turned north, and as in dreams, no one noticed, the shoulder crumbled like a…Jan 4, 20205Jan 4, 20205
Pinnedbenjamin weinbergThe 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
benjamin weinbergParty’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
benjamin weinbergEdgesShe pieces the quilt painstakingly, each edge clean, every seam flattened, angles and points aligned, The easy perfect fit, hides all trace…Sep 29Sep 29
benjamin weinbergThe 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
benjamin weinbergthrough the gateWhen I was kid barefoot on the old Town Road, by then, just two ruts crossed by the trees’ tough veins, a lone gate post still stood at…Aug 101Aug 101