Quamquissett
Sweet Star of the Sea, My safe harbor and my home, Once upon a time.
The Ballad of Captain Kidd
Oh, my name was William Kidd, As I sailed, as I sailed. My name was William Kidd. As I sailed. My name was William Kidd And most wickedly I did, God’s laws I did forbid As I sailed. I’d ample store of gold As I sailed, as I sailed. I’d ample store of gold And
Old Cape Cod
Old Cape Cod If you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air, Quaint little villages here and there, You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod (Old Cape Cod, that old Cape Cod). Quaint little villages here and there, You’re sore to fall in love with old Cape Cod (Old Cape Cod, that
Can I Hear A Hypocrisy?
“The Week” reported on June 10th, 2022 that clergy and other personnel of the Southern Baptist Convention sexually abused hundreds of women, teens, and children over the past few years. Southern Baptist leaders regularly insert themselves into public debates on cultural and political issues as “a voice of conscience,” and now their credibility has been
Can I Hear A Hypocrisy?
“The Week” reported on June 10th, 2022 that clergy and other personnel of the Southern Baptist Convention sexually abused hundreds of women, teens, and children over the past few years. Southern Baptist leaders regularly insert themselves into public debates on cultural and political issues as “a voice of conscience,” and now their credibility has been
Memorial Day 2022
“It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.” -Horace Thirteen children were shot to death at Columbine Elementary School in 1990. Thirty-two children were shot to death at Virginia Tech School in 2007. Twenty children were shot to death at Sandy Hook Elementary School in 2012. Nineteen children were shot to death at
Deus Absconditus
He picks his favorite face In scowling concentration, Brooding in infinite space Over hands interlaced. Good rules or bad rules. Neither overpowers. Equipoised, creation cools. Glory self-devours. Hands fly away from clasping, Scattering the stars. Giving is filled up with asking And there are wars. He studies his outspread fingers Splayed all over space, Leaves
Two Poems By Ellen Douglas
Two Poems By Ellen Douglas Geste I warn you, I won’t promise anything; My ruddy revenant may well confound With skirl of bagpipe, antic highland fling, Each steadier denizen of grassier mound. Perhaps down medieval stream I’ll trail; Slim effigy, in velvet-hearted drift Of lilies, spiced yet scentless, poet-pale, Not pennies, never pennies for my
Wait, what?
“Never again!” swore Jews who survived the Shoah. So they kill Muslims.