A little over two years ago, in January, I wrote a covid-adjacent poem about a gimpy deer we’d see from time to time in our backyard. A...

Over the years I’ve been fortunate to find online publication for stories, poems and photographs with the wonderfully diverse and...

Breakfast on the porch, a Saunders Bros. peach in my cereal, thought to share a poem derived from a long defunct peach orchard in...

A few years later back at Yosemite the taste of ash at the throat blackened hills, smoke rising from the singed crowns of towering...

For example, Daddy sent me out with a willow switch I didn’t need to nudge the old Herefords back to the barn. Dawdling along a fence...

Somehow had never visited the Green Mountain State, but spent the past week there giving lectures and touring around. Oh my how beautiful!...

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Dawns on me that the day may soon come when central Virginia will see a winter without snow, and then another, and then before long snowy...

My 2020 poetry collection Yearnful Raves, which unfortunately came out just as covid hit, is now on sale at Amazon for 50% off (just...

Just a quick announcement this morning in thanks to the tireless and intrepid editors at the online multi-media journal Mad Swirl. ...

Our son Nick, an ocean rescue lifeguard in Nags Head, NC, was vaccinated in May but this month came down with breakthrough covid, and...

They sit in wheelchairs, holding hands, discussing this new thing they’ve done together, falling. He’d bent to catch her fell himself...

Buddy splashing in the creek behind our house turns up an arrowhead stubby quartz chipped to fit a twig pierce a buck’s tawny hide. There...

Seem to have reached the age where we're dropping like flies. This poem: We say “passed” as if they’d tossed a football. Some use...

Out here in the desert the summit just a snaggle-tooth in a granite gumline. Anyone, they say, can reach the peak of peaks though the air...

Woke from restless sleep at a north-facing window, the gibbous moon’s light bathing the curtain of woods at the edge of our yard in that...

Drove five hours out to see my friend Rondalyn at her creekside home in Morgantown this week, came home and went right back out the next...

Feed More run along Route One the old Jeff Davis now Richmond Highway its street signs the only new things around. Turn off to the...

The last time I saw my friend Sarah Knorr was a month before covid shut everything down. We met at my favorite bakery Sub Rosa on Church...

(On surprising a neighbor lady at play.) Do they matter anymore the inclinations of age? If she stoops with a groan and grit at the knees...