Category Archives: Sonnets

drilling for a heat exchange system

If only the drill weren’t twenty-four dollars a foot; if only the wells weren’t four at two-fifty feet each; if only our way to get heat weren’t so fossil dependant; if only we lived in a country where winter was … Continue reading

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philosophy of snow shovelling

In sunny surf he woke to hear the snow: the muffled strident rhythms of machines. He coughed; a spasm tore his chest; he sneezed; yet soon he’d trudge out shoveling in the cold. The trees were puffed in white, each … Continue reading

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tel

In the silence of our rooms and halls when all the grandchildren are gone I contemplate the paintings on the walls and see our lives and loves are drawn in those ordered panels and on glass of coffee tables where … Continue reading

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