Windy Nights Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in […]

    Bonanza Amanda shows me my bones, A picture of my spine, ghost-like, Snake-like, like it could rattle. I say, Amanda, it looks crooked, why Is that? She shrugs, […]

In Italy IV Road shouldered by enclosing walls with narrow cobbled tracks for streets, those hill towns with their stamp-sized squares and a sea pinned by the arrow of a […]

Recovering Words  Writing Retreats with Richard Osler The focus of these retreats is to create the opportunity for participants to create substantial new poems through comprehensive writing adventures (assignments)  UPCOMING […]