COOKING DISASTERS The worst meals I ever ate, I cooked myself, because I had to. My mother cranked out food reluctantly and ineptly when I was a child, and in boarding school, college and the Army, meals were also laid on. They were all swill, but there was plenty of it, and I wasn’t picky.
Mister Bluster’s a son of a bitch Who hates being called “Moscow Mitch.” But he asked wily Vlad To make Biden look bad, And betrayed Uncle Sam to get rich.
There was once a fisherman and his wife who lived together in a hovel by the sea-shore, and the fisherman went out every day with his hook and line to catch fish, and he angled and angled. One day he was sitting with his rod and looking into the clear water, and he sat and
Vair me oro van o, Vair me oro van ee, Vair me oro van o, Sad am I without thee. Thou’rt the beauty of my heart. Harp of joy, o cruidh mo chruidh. Moon of guidance by night, Strength and light thou’rt to me. When I’m lovely, dear white heart, Dark the night or wild
Wild Mountain Thyme Oh, the summer time is coming, And the trees are sweetly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather. Will ye go, lassie go? Chorus: And we’ll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather, Will ye go, lassie, go? I will build my
Cold Spring Birches bend to wind. Ragged skein of geese flies over. Both my hands are numb. -May 13th, 2020, New Hampshire
The Naming of Parts Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday, We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning We shall have what to do after firing. But today, Today we have naming of parts. Japonica Glistens like coral in all the neighboring gardens And today we have naming of parts. This is the lower swing
Goldfinch flashing past So fast that when I blink, he Might not have been there.
STATE BIRD In New Hampshire, May ought to be the best month of the year. October is exhilarating, certainly, with the maples dressed in their glorious colors and the temperature brisk and bracing, but the color and the temperature are reminders that winter is just around the corner. And winter lasts forever, or seems to,
Obsidian Black stone born in fire, Long journey through heaven’s storms To present stillness. New Year’s Day Ice storm left diamonds On all the hemlock’s fingers. My nose is running. April 15th, 2020 Owls in the barn. The house is deserted. April is cold. No Hurry Two cats watching a porcupine waddling slowly away