Monthly Archives: July 2011

So far as I know the only gents in the world with brick outhouses were Tom Jefferson of Poplar Forest, VA, a sitting president (who had two of them—one for each term) and novelist Henry James on his Rye estate … Continue reading →

Go past the granite icehouse with the red door beside Lake Wicwas to the dogleg with the narrow bridge where you slow down to 2o and fishermen lean out over the reeds, and listen for Ronnie Earl’s soul coming down … Continue reading →

Gravel on the rug. A red squirrel freezing and giving me the eye.

Gomez clattering down the stairs at 3 a.m. in his high-heeled boots to give CPR somehow led me to believe I could do it too.

Warm breezes at last. Blackberries so succulent, the Whalers droning. In the dark we swim: sweet ripples, a crescent moon, fireworks on the hill.