St. Valentine’s 1852 by Emily Dickinson — The Bard on the Hill

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”… Read more St. Valentine’s 1852 by Emily Dickinson — The Bard on the Hill

A Detour

I met such a pretty flautist who bade me follow her: ‘What could you have to lose, my good friend?… Read more A Detour

Dives the dog, on the shortest of leashes, bound by obedience to the strictest of laws, is a noble and… Read more Dives* the Trained Dog

Well it’s the end of the world Yes we were warned months ago And if you don’t know it Egad… Read more The End

I’m One of Those old white Men the left are Filled with resentment of. I laugh at them.

The Farmer’s Market’s here. Let’s get squash Or Belgian ale and succotash. O Farmer’s Market salesmen, please, This week I… Read more Farmer’s Market

When I was a youngster in Queens There was a nice picnic Yearly in Sherwood Island. Crowded and eccentric. … Read more Connecticut Of Yore

er beauty Fine and Elegant. Her Sobbing Another’s Most solemn cue to retire When rain turned to ice. Here’s… Read more Shadorma

I don’t like Their superstitious Old wives’ tales Of water Or of supposed Mother Earth. The Earth is Just… Read more The Mundane

I saw a large drosophila In my favorite opera. Alas when ‘Madame Butterfly’ is on. ‘Tis one lovely blue sky.… Read more Welsh Byr A Thoddaid