giving way

          “How long before the eaves gave way to the sky, or the bathroom floor was jack-hammered to bone, while the trees outside were left to redirect the wind? How quickly the den must have become more kitchen and bedrooms lost their privacy. I see the books we’d packed up and moved years ago under a pile of fresh rubble,…

fishing buds

          Joe and his pal are regulars on Comet Pond although they have fished many lakes and ponds across New England this is home for them on this day they greeting me with happy faces as Joe had just caught the biggest trout of the day often the best part of exploring small towns and backroads is the people (and…

the way home

          “But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness,…

nourishment

             walking at night, drinking the rain, nourishes the imagination              

hiding in the magnolia