Schemes, Dreams, and Some Thoughts on Poetry
Daffodils, 1950
On a country road not far from where I live, there's a house I never notice except in the spring.
Poetry Readings: A Love Story
As an audience member, I approach poetry readings with mingled feelings of hope and dread.
Kittens, Moonshine, and Sherwood Anderson: A Love Story
My summer travels brought me to the small town of Marion, tucked in the mountains of southwestern Virginia.
Running: A Love Story
I don't see myself as a runner. I don’t have the stretchy body that real runners have or a deep need to push myself off the cliff of my physical abilities.
The Road to the Dump: A Love Story
To get to the county dump, I take Mount Sharon Road. It’s a quiet country lane lined with farmland and mountain views. In the late afternoon, the light is fantastic.