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April 11, 2015 I watched this lithe girl and I fell in her trance As she whirled and cartwheeled in her Pauline’s Dance She pressed me to her body, whispered, “Take a chance,” And we did There was the smell … Continue reading →

April 10, 2015 The naked trees dressed up tonight In emeralds and feathers And all the ladies gathered The bullfrogs and the peepers piped In ruby eyes and gaiters And played a show of waltzes Coyote yipped haunting fanfares Cocooned … Continue reading →

April 9, 2015 I shop at Aldi—you got a problem with that? Yes, it can take twenty minutes to find that one box of strawberries that might be perfect, and you might bump elbows with some fierce fruit lovers in … Continue reading →

April 5, 2015 I had the blahs last evening so I drove toward Alton. The bars were crammed with customers, but nearly everything else was shut down. On the beltway I saw a familiar neon restaurant sign and a parking … Continue reading →

April 5, 2015 The riverstreams are stained with stands of green cane, hepatica white, doll’s eyes, wake robin and golden seal. And little girls’ Easter dresses mirror these colors. Children have come to Grandma’s house, for the Easter egg hunt … Continue reading →

April 2, 2015 There is that old wives tale that says the first mosquito bite of the season is a harbinger of bad things. I got my first bite this morning, on my right shoulder blade where I couldn’t reach … Continue reading →

April 1, 2015 On the Genehouse walk, I can’t get out the front door—the action is that good. Through the window I see a tiny Carolina wren on my porch, a guy with cool black streaks on the sides of … Continue reading →

March 31, 2015 On Saturday, her art appeared along the River Road walk from Clifton Terrace to Stanka Lane, twenty-one installations of found materials atop boulders and tree stumps and in the crooks of trees. Eighteen of the pieces stood … Continue reading →

March 25, 2015 “Oh, your poetry,” a reader wrote to me recently. “Your pastoral musing, your innocence of nature.” Fie on poetry. As a character in my short story “The Stalker” observes: “It is all sex.” And that rhymes with … Continue reading →

March 17, 2015 There is a juicy news story going round, about millionaire Robert Durst who may have murdered at least three people, including his wife, in 1982. HBO has been showing a six-part documentary on the subject. During a … Continue reading →