Archive: November 2014

Karen’s Song

Under the vast oak she croons to three other crones clustered in shade whose edge creeps close each time they settle in their lawn chairs. From this chosen remove they treasure end-of-summer …

Maine In Winter

The water in the Gulf of Maine   is deep blue cold coming in   One lighthouse blinks at another   from across the sound   Small white needles   of fishing boats split the surface   leaving a …