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Great Mountain Forest to host Nature Writing Retreat at Historic Yale Camp in Falls Village, Conn., Aug. 7 to 9

“The retreat brings people together, builds community in the forest, gets participants outside and off their screens, and uses nature sustainably to heal and inspire minds and souls,” stated Great Mountain Forest Executive Director Michael Zafros. Retreat registration closes on July 30.

POEM: Badger-State Blues

I have this sense that what we took for granted for so long -- the way we lived, and moved, and had our being -- will be changed for all time

POEM: Anchors Aweigh!

The flotilla of uplifted houses sets out in search of Nova Terra Firma.

POEM: ‘To Her Stubborn Daughter’

Dedicated to moms who have the thankless job of dressing their young children in January.

POEM: Mike & Matthew: Showdown at the Border

...if turned from meek-and-mild front to back, reveals himself to be the “whited sepulcher”...

POEM: Demons on the half shell

And like it or not we continue to drink from the same salted cup Toe tapping perhaps to Lonesome Sundown 

POEM: The King of Bedlam

The King of Bedlam is a portly tun whose three-legged stool he takes for a throne.

POEM: Barefooted Dogs

Swaying, barely anchored, I make my way to the bottom pilings of the Mississippi Bridge and begin to climb.

POEM: The reading of the deed

Don’t just stand there staring when water’s seeping in under the kitchen door

POEM: American Bouillabaisse: Take Two

Globally bubbling, ready to serve. That’s us.

It’s Saturday, April 14th  

It’s Saturday April 14th and my three dogs could care less  about the incessant political banter.

POEM: Witness for the Prosecution

The screen has been waiting for you.

POEM: In the Waiting Room of the West Mountain Clinic

“We are here because one odd group of fishes had a peculiar fin anatomy that could transform into legs for terrestrial creatures…” -- Stephen Jay Gould

Poem: Thanksgetting

A poem on the occasion of Thanksgiving, with a reminder of the myth by which we celebrate this holiday.

POEM: It Happened One Night … in Alabama

The crowd unzips like the Red Sea back in the day – and the dog bounds up onto the podium and gripping it with both paws, becomes POTUS!

POEM: Without Fingerprints

A poem upon the occasion of citizens being arrested for standing in the way of a fracked natural gas pipeline conveying climate change.

POEM: Poor Rex

What’s more, a man who’s made deals with Vladimir and his oligarch pals
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