I’m not sure I knew I was setting out on an important journey.
Midnight’s Other Side
Hello, Two-Dream Tommy, she says, here are two roads you must take one at a time.
Hello, Two-Dream Tommy, she says, here are two roads you must take one at a time.
This Adventure of Aging
I used to jump into my jockey shorts.
I used to jump into my jockey shorts.
Brickley’s Code
How social changes change our world.
How social changes change our world.
Saugus, the Embassy of the 2nd Muse
How to keep a town alive.
How to keep a town alive.
Fenway Lonesome
With Papi and a Birthday Boy
With Papi and a Birthday Boy.
A Few Words Up Front
There was a point in time, which seems had no beginning or an end, when I grew with heroes, lived and died with them in their joys and agonies, when I hurt at their fading, saw them one step slower, one ounce weaker, the dream going down the hill.
There was a point in time, which seems had no beginning or an end, when I grew with heroes, lived and died with them in their joys and agonies, when I hurt at their fading, saw them one step slower, one ounce weaker, the dream going down the hill.
The Lost Notes of a Carpenter’s Song
An odd source of music.
An odd source of music.
The Hour Falling Light Touches Rings of Iron
(at the First Iron Works of America, Saugus, MA)
(at the First Iron Works of America, Saugus, MA)
Pine River Anatomy
Now, even the river is revised, the bones of it at whiter, cleaner density.
Now, even the river is revised, the bones of it at whiter, cleaner density.
How to Learn from the Roots Up, a Grandfather’s Saga
I never knew my paternal grandfather or maternal grandmother, but loved every minute with my paternal grandmother, the bookbinder for 60 years, and my maternal grandfather, the storyteller of a lifetime.
I never knew my paternal grandfather or maternal grandmother, but loved every minute with my paternal grandmother, the bookbinder for 60 years, and my maternal grandfather, the storyteller of a lifetime.
Backyard Hieroglyphics
I spoke to myself in the rain barrel.
I spoke to myself in the rain barrel.
Salt
Salt comes in on the morning air like the wounded walking home, a worked ripeness, a pain hanging.
Salt comes in on the morning air like the wounded walking home, a worked ripeness, a pain hanging.
A Dreamt Preface for a Reading at Nahant Library
(“Please come to read for us from your new book.”)
(“Please come to read for us from your new book.”)
Rite of Renewal
For me, spring is that wait for the true form of the maple tree in the backyard, the double-trunked beauty wherein its broad V I laid a set of tire chains years ago.
For me, spring is that wait for the true form of the maple tree in the backyard, the double-trunked beauty wherein its broad V I laid a set of tire chains years ago.
The Catch of the Day
Saturday delivery.
Saturday delivery.