1 - 2019 - Poetry and Photos Inc

Deer Run with Clouds

Passages #39 Summits poke puffy clouds hiding hamlets from us skiers. Where’s Fleischmanns? Highmount’s gone. We’re all alone here at[…]

As day fades, we wait for poor snow about to fall on Blake’s florid fields.

Poetry waits, a blue heron standing still to spear a minnow. …dives repeatedly, a hooded merganser who pops up with[…]

Passages, #38 Three walls of snow intimidate us as we clutch the chairlift bar. Filling out a line with[…]

When I was in Austria, I made a pilgrimage of film noir crime by walking the steps of Holly Martins[…]