one more seal
in the sea
you’ll see
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
one more seal
in the sea
you’ll see
HISTORIES
MYSTERIES
what more will you say
There’s no Ellis Island in my ancestry. All of my roots on my father’s side arrived earlier, via other ports, and came mostly through Pennsylvania.
My mother’s are a bit more tangled.
But somehow, I manage to write without it.
a strike
a-waiting
a match
their anger should really be turned at themselves
fog
clouds
ICE
WATER
the worst of two ideas
yes, more than worse
you forker
An afternoon at the beach.
Sunday noon with my darlings at Lobster in the Rough.
Dining in the Smoking Garden.
Even not having to drive anywhere, especially when it’s snowing and the wood fire’s just right.
Curled up with a good book.