Today Louie failed to make the jump up to the
window seat.
The top picture is Louie full grown. The bottom picture is Charley at 8 months in February 2015
These two poems were written five months apart and...
On Halloween he flew into my window.
I did not hear the awful crunching thud.
I only saw the eerie image, face
and wings, his powder left upon my pane
when sun’s illuminating breath revealed
this apparition. Huge round...
In early memory I am riding my six-four grandfather’s shoulders
like a mahout.
Saying goodbye
For James J. Cormier, Jr., Esq., for sharing
his personal story.
Booval, QLD and
Sydney,...
This is a link to an article our daughter, Eve, wrote for the Great Land Trust. It has pictures of our granddaughter, Neve, and some interesting lore about AK. Please enjoy the photos, Eve's blog post and the ambiance of this family.
http://www.greatlandtrust.org/the-case-of-the-mystery-mussels-backcountry-ice-skating-and-a-sense-of-wonder/ ...
In green woods stands a forlorn
spruce, branches snow
bent to the breaking point, a lost
Carthusian,
his cowl askew, bowed shoulders
sighing woe.
Stooped by the cold, red blooded,
normal, human;
has cabin fever, longs to be
incognito,
escape his sore knees, create
himself bohemian.
He could be tired or tipsy from
abuse
of the green liqueur in their cave,
Chartreuse.
Ottava...
In the meadow, regiment strong, Yellow-Goat’s Beard
“Tragopogon pratensis [he-goat bearded in the field]…flowers close at midday..” Wildflowers by Roger Tory Peterson
In the meadow, regiment strong, Yellow-Goat’s Beard
stand for morning reveille,...