A World To Be Seen
Poem Filtered lens Blinding peace and simplicity Could it be possible To feel it richer, deeper More authentic, open and free A window covered With thoughts, things to do Busy narrow worry Wiping it...
Category: Poetry
One Day Last Week
Poem you are the warmth in my heart that melted the glass that pierced the veil that covered my widowed heart as the their freed withholdings fell down from the counter like waterfalls...
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 7: July 31, 2014—Vermont Country Fair (indoors)
The kettle-corn maker stands outside the Meeting House. I catch a glimpse of vendors inside. People pour in and out. We pass through the Welcome sign to the Village Center and continue up the...
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 7: July 31, 2014—the Hike
The shuttle bus pulls into a parking lot for the Long Trail somewhere out of Johnston. We stretch, introduce ourselves and set off. Pat sets a pace we weren’t used to. The forest closes...
The Gone Man
Pieces of wind are falling down on this sunny day. It doesn’t matter if the light is getting cold. You are by my side. The gone man is passing by, searching for his mouth....
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 6: July 30, 2014, continued
As the afternoon closes on four, the earlier clouds break apart. The brightest sunlight since Saturday bathes the west end of the deck. Tamarack leaves rustle in a passing breeze. Soon, Frankie will return....
