Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.
Look out upon the garden,
a wither of tangled vines
unharvested fruits hang cracked and past their time
every sidewalk paved
with scraps of the American dream.
Feed the need.
We got what you’re looking for…
Love me not?
Let me count the ways.
The thrill of new.
The agony of loss.
I looked around the house the other day with new eyes. The clunky, slightly off-square wooden wine rack stuck in a corner. The…