Coles Point Morning

I started this poem a couple weeks ago– on Labor Day to be specific. It sat in rough draft form in my notebook for a week or so before I began working with it. In the process, I’ve changed words (the crabbers banter “carried” across the water, then “flowed,” then “skimmed”), played with the length … More Coles Point Morning

Thought While Sitting on the Beach

The first issue of TEXTure Magazine is available on-line… and I’m in it. TEXTure is Annapolis, Maryland’s first literary magazine. And, what a debut! This issue contains a veritable who’s who of poets from the Greater Annapolis Area, and by “greater” I mean Baltimore and Washington and the suburbs in-between and around. Maryland is known … More Thought While Sitting on the Beach

HAMMOND BRANCH

Creekside again. Hammond Branch is different each time I walk along its banks. Rocks shifted by the current, a bit of bank eroded, water pooled behind a log, debris-choked, waiting for the next big flow after a heavy rain. ….. Water flows over granite ledges, through gaps between boulders, past the rocks where I sit. … More HAMMOND BRANCH