They say you changed, you defected--- joining the ranks of the county’s Anti-Slavery Society. But you stood tall, as your name suggests, committed to your conviction, regardless of any whipping words, at least that’s what I’ve gathered so far. Indeed, there were others before and after, and there will continue to be others, as has …
Cross Lake
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 …
Notes on the Passing of a Tree
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 …
Poetry About Small Town Life in Pennsylvania
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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A Poe(m) for Thanksgiving
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 …