Poetry

A Little Called Gertrude Stein

There, there, said the parent to the anguished child whose ice cream fell to the gutter. There! There! said the…

4 years ago

The Fifth Fact

There's a move afoot to rename the ten American military bases named for Confederates No more forts named for the…

4 years ago

Sailing Through This to That

May the tide carry you out beyond the face of fear. Three poems for Sunday. Yesterday it snowed and I…

5 years ago

For Elaine

To a Sewist extraordinaire, with thanks. This is just to say ...  . (Pictures to follow once they have been…

5 years ago

April and Silence: Three and a Bit from Tomas Tranströmer

Politics without mercy, demonic world events, power without responsibility, nature takes flight. National Insecurity The Under Secretary leans forward and…

5 years ago

Coastal Command

My uncle Lawrence Holford was killed by a Bristol Beaufighter. Maybe two.  My father worshipped his older brother Laurie, and…

5 years ago

An Abundance of Caution

In an abundance of caution, Density reducing, I stay at home. I keep my social distance Leave bleach and hand…

5 years ago

Gin: Mother’s Milk or Hair Tonic?

One thing always leads to another on the intertubes and this particular ravel started with my friend David Nice. David…

5 years ago

Clearing the Clutter

These days find me busy clearing and chucking, sorting and sifting, storing and saving. Three truck loads of stuff cleared…

5 years ago

The Irish Airman and Time for a Flu Shot

Yeats wrote the poem "The Wild Swans at Coole" (see Game of Swans) in 1916 /17 when he was staying…

5 years ago