recluse
Posted on January 17, 2019
“the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation”
looking forward to a little downtime
as a stormy weekend approaches
before the age of monstrosities
Posted on January 15, 2019
when a small comfortable home
was just enough
yard karma
Posted on January 12, 2019
July 3, 1971
driving my friend’s family’s Lincoln Continental
from Edgartown to Vineyard Haven
picked up few hitchhikers along the way
someone turned on the radio
to the news that Jim Morrison had died
erased
Posted on January 8, 2019
there were signs
during the summer of 1968
she couldn’t remember my name
