Mud Time
The ground has softened And the air is growing sweet. Songbirds have come back.
Putin’s Put Out
There once was a tyrant named Vlad Who thought it was terribly sad That Ukraine had gone free. “They should have asked me! I’ll punish them! Things will get bad!” And they did, although not for Ukraine. Vlad’s invasion was bold, but in vain. Zelinsky’s troops won, And Vlad’s had to run. For him, it’s
With God On Our Side (excerpt)
I’ve learned to hate the Russians All through my whole life. If another war comes, It’s them we must fight. To hate them and fear them, To run and to hide, And accept it all bravely With God on our side. But now we got weapons Of chemical dust. If fire them we’re forced to,
The Root Cellar
Nathaniel Higginson owned Maitland Farm, located on the largest parcel of undeveloped land in Middlesex County. A number of his ancestors had been in the Higginson Fleet, coming over from England in 1630 to help John Winthrop’s Puritans start the Massachusetts Bay Colony. Higginsons had fought the Redcoats in the Revolution and the Rebels in
On The Way
Last night I dreamed My dead mother taught me How to let go.
Lost Lady
My mother lived a short, uneasy life. Too often startled from her fondest dreams To do her grudging duties as a wife, She learned that is gives place always to seems. Hope’s too frail to build a life upon, But loneliness endures day after day. In places never brightened by the sun, Despair is never
In Transit
As soon as I get To somewhere else I’m going, I don’t want to leave.
After Betrayal
Nobody knows exactly how it works, The spasm in the heart that makes one face particular. Nobody knows why it hurts when singular passion falls from grace. If the heart is a garden, nobody hoes, or cultivates, or even pulls the weeds. Lovers can never quite master the tools of their own gardening. Nobody needs
To A Dead Car
I ken ‘tis cold, dear Oldsmobile, but still, Thou crank’st right up just yesterday, so why Hast thou decided to defy my will Today? Thy batt’ry’s fully charg’d, and I Took pains to fill thy gas tank to the brim. No wires have shorted out beneath thy hood, Th’ignition tries to spark awake thy vim
To An Old Car That Will Not Start
I know it’s cold, dear Oldsmobile, but still, You cranked right up just yesterday, so why Have you decided to defy my will Today? Your battery’s fully charg’d, and I Took pains to fill your gas tank to the brim. No wires have shorted out beneath your hood, Th’ignition tries to spark awake your vim