Winter of Discontent

It snowed on Easter. Woo. I cracked the door open just enough to let the dog slip through. She was out like a shot and off into the woods, nose down, following the fresh tracks of a rabbit…. Read More

A Poem for Labor Day

Poem for a Small Meat Shop for Mit, Rudy and Son of Rudy   Monday morning always a zoo, freight rolling in and the restaurants calling in out of sirloins, out of tenderloins, out of pork chops for… Read More