Christmas & Beyond
My new friend, You’re a private soul, perhaps a stoic New Englander, I don’t know you well enough to say,…
From a Ditty to Its Source Poem, and Further Thoughts on Waiting
“A ditty sprang to mind,” Dona Clark commented on my website, and then she quoted the last stanza of Henry…
Passing Through Charybdis on the Way to Advent
The wet sheet wrapped itself around my legs, a tangled mess I was too tired to fix. The pillowcase was…
Thoughts on a French Word
The word depression, however commonplace in our lexicon, still retains a sledgehammer effect when I hear it used to indicate…