March: through the window

Ruby by Lea Lyon

Watercolor: “Ruby” by Lea Lyon

A Dog by the Sea

by David Salner

Just after dawn, we get up,
without coffee, and let the dog lead us
through a grove of wind-stunted trees,
spiked succulents, red-berried holly,
and over the dune ridge out of the gray
of still sleeping minds. A line of pink
from the not yet risen sun
reminds me of the lilac shadows
caught in the radial grooves of shells.
I take up your hand and feel the blood
warming your fingers, as the dog bounds off
dragging her leash through wet sand.
She’s after gulls and a line of waves
that repeat themselves, she seems to think,
because they want to play.
                                                  A morning breeze
stirs the now turning tide, breathing over it,
sighing toward bayside. As the waves come in
whorls of light unfold on the sand. How I want
for us to repeat ourselves, on and on,
you holding the leash of a silly dog, me
feeling the beat, the blood in your hand.

“A Dog by the Sea” by David Salner from Blue Morning Light. © Pond Road Press, 2016.


An Ounce in a Bucket


ride through the spectrum

John McPhee has published more than 25 books,

even though he rarely writes more than 500 words a day.

He once tried tying himself to a chair to force himself to write more, but it didn’t work.

He said, “People say to me, ‘Oh, you’re so prolific.’

God, it doesn’t feel like it — nothing like it.

But, you know, you put an ounce in a bucket each day, you get a quart.”



illustrator: Alice Brereton

George Augustus Moore:

“A great artist is always before her time or behind it.”

“She travels the world in search of what she needs and returns home to find it.”

Elbows in Maine


Maine lets Margaret spread her elbows,

like craggy pine branches

seeking sun and wind

seeking sun and wind

craggy pine branches

like Margaret, spread their Maine branches





on my Hudson deck

Definition #275 William Shakespeare

Photo by Jeanne

Photo by Jeanne

A laughable smile

on scrubbed bristly beard

open to compromise

frames bated breath

for, after all,

love is blind

and all that glitters is not gold…

The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare,  gives us the words laughable, scrubbed, and compromise, and the phrases bated breath, love is blind, and all that glitters is not gold.

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