I'm alive and I live in Cabot, VT. I practice gardening to attach
myself to the earth and to the birds and green eaters, run two farm houses and teach English Composition at high school.
On the dirt road along the pond,
Several spring songs lay squashed
As I went to work yesterday.... more »
The Croats are tanned,
the Swedes pink,
the Poles the color of powder.... more »
All night, insects and pipers sing in the marshes,
and the little wet ponds in the woods.
They sing, as if the night wouldn't be night
without their songs.... more »