Boneshaker
Not to need a horse, or have to wait for a carriage, […]
The Season of Our Sundering
Under locust trees, in the blossoming park by Town Hall, […]
Pythagoras Said the Soul of Homer Moved into a Peacock
My peacock is strutting on the deck again. […]
The Battle of Menotomy
When I saunter to the mailbox in miserable sun, […]
Cupid Peruses The Times
A curly-headed cupid, reading […]
Metaphysics of the Seahorse
In a seagrass meadow, a male seahorse […]