Category Archives: Poetry

Wintah Maine

November 23, 2023 – 8:16 am

Walking on a back road From school No sign of the sun Leaden clouds overhead Fields frozen by deep snow. A northerly wind from Montreal A long slog home. Grey slush underfoot Cold wet seeping Through soles Another mile to Grandmother’s house. Where waits The warmth of a pot belly stove Pull off boots Peel […]

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Autumn en Ile St. Louis

November 5, 2023 – 4:00 pm

November Paris 1984 Early morning Cold and wet rain Rue des Deux Ponts Ile St. Louis A gray morning Comme chaque autumn Sur le Rue Des Deux Ponts Kicking leaves into the gutter Heading to the corner cafe With my mistress’ Scottie in tow Angus Sniff sniff sniff For the scents of dogs. Arrive at […]

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Wet Autumn Rain

October 27, 2023 – 10:41 am

A soft Autumn rain Then harder Raindrops bouncing off the sidewalk Of Myrtle Avenue Shutting my eyes I listen To the rain on the street The sizzle of car tires on the wet Engines acceleration on a Friday afternoon Listen harder To passersby. “Her bottom is bigger than my umbrella.” Laughter I open my eyes. […]

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Copps Hill Cemetery

October 27, 2023 – 10:30 am

On an October afternoon I wandered through the Copps Hill Cemetery One of the oldest in Boston. HP Lovecraft wrote a story About tunnels running Underneath the graves To a hellish world. Pickman’s Model “There were witches and what their spells summoned; pirates and what they brought in from the sea; smugglers; privateers—and I tell […]

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OCTOBER 24, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

October 24, 2023 – 8:31 pm

The phone rang this morning and Alice answered, then groaned, “It’s Mark.” It was 10. She handed the phone and I asked gruffly, “What do you want?” “Can you come into work?” “Why? You need someone to blame when you lose money?” Mark was always plundering the petty cash for ALBEE DIRECTS ALBEE. “Edward came […]

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