Glasses on an open book     its pages ruffled by the wind. Spring air (as winter melts away)     against a naked patch of skin. The warmth of sunlight on my back.     The sight of seagulls as they fly. The scent of sand beneath a towel.     The curl of waves under the arc of sky.… Read More BEACH


He walks the woods no more this land whose every hill he knows geodes by the stream the trail where turkeys file at dusk. Right hand upon his dog, he sits beside the window to watch the squirrels she used to chase cache nuts against the coming dark. A doe, two fawns at clearing’s edge… Read More UNCLE