Jack didn’t know where Billy was leading him, but had promised not to ask questions. They were deep in the woods now, off the hard road north of town. The falling snow covered the ground. “It’s only a little farther,” Billy said. When he finally stopped, Billy knelt beside a lump in the snow and …
Sugar Maple, October 2020 I come outside to berate the men, pulled up on my sidewalk in their truck, not realizing it's really a hearse, these the pall bearers They mean no harm; they have a job to do and they apologize, but then the lift and chipper arrive, and I know what death lies …
Back at the end of October, my friend, Edward Luecke, began putting together a video to promote my collection of poetry about Montrose, Pennsylvania, called Public Avenue. On a Wednesday night at The Susquehanna County Historical Society, we shot about an hour of video with a series of questions that explained the project and my …
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The Turkey Once upon an empty plate, while I pondered, long and lateOver many a quaint and curious cookbook of delicious delight,While I simmered the onions and butter, suddenly there came a flutterAs of a gobble gobble at my door, a quiet gobbling at my door,‘Tis my imagination, thought I, playing tricks at this dark …
These past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity, so much so, that I haven’t had time to really write proper posts for my blog, although I have been doing plenty of writing. Last weekend our local art gallery, The Butternut, opened the doors on its latest exhibit, The Making of Books: Illustrations, Installations, …
