The pale sun, inclining, touches the tops of the swamp maples. This time of year I pay attention to small changes. I lean my elbows on a prie dieu of light as though spring required an act of faith. As the afternoon turns deep orange, I rock, wait for a call from someone who is decoding my blood, reading the shadows in my chest. Stubborn as a ten-year-old, I am sure that my body has a half life of a hundred years. But at this moment there is just the fading day. No spring. Not yet.
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A Poet for Your Bookshelf, Classroom, or Library
Welcome! Come on in and browse through my books of poetry, anthologies I’ve edited and in which my poems appear, and some essays and articles on subjects ranging from blue water sailing to New England farm stays to birding. You can also find photos of my collaborations with painters, sculptors, photographers and musicians. Listen to audio clips of a sampling of my voiceover work.
As a poet, I perform and teach at colleges & universities throughout the country, and in residencies in elementary and high schools, libraries, writers’ workshops and retreats, and senior centers. Read More…
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