As I pulled into the driveway, I already could hear the hooting of owls and the screech of red-tailed hawks. The spring of 2019…
In the mid 70s, I was living with my then-boyfriend, John, in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He was working a…
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;Chasing the wild-deer…
Jolted by lightning bolts in your chest, you pass it off as indigestion. You think If you’re having a heart…
I gulp your glorious chords this Junemorning, see yellow throats stretchfrom earth toward a worn fence.Silence is imminent. Thirst comes…