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THE FARTHERMOST VIEW

Selected Podpieces

IAMBIC TETRAMETER

THE RAIN is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.

Why do certain poems like Rain, by Bob Stevenson, stick in our brains and suddenly pop up when...well, when it’s raining cats and dogs?? I think it’s the rhythm.  Read More 
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A WOODCOCK VISITOR

Yesterday I was standing there ironing when I glanced out the window and saw a mourning dove on the dirt path behind the oakleaf hydrangeas. It was awfully fat. And it was weaving back and forth, as if it had a stomach ache, or was saying to itself Oh dear oh dear, whatever shall I do?  Read More 
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A BUTCHERED DEER

Now and then I walk with Pippin and Thurber, the Rescue Squad, in the woods on a piece of public land not far from my home. There are gravel roads running through it that are kept in good enough condition for trucks to use, and there are half a dozen cinder block storage buildings owned by the town. As with any piece of land on Cape Cod, it’s not exactly wilderness; but not many people walk around there, which is why I do.  Read More 
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GLAD TIDINGS

In among the sad, bad, and mad events of the last year, a little bit of glad tidings that I hadn’t paid much attention to was delivered. I woke up out of a funk one day and realized that it was now legal to grow, own, and use marijuana in a recreational way.  Read More 
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DOORBUSTERS

On Thanksgiving morning the Cape Cod Times was about five times fatter than usual, and I knew why. Just one glance and I knew...it was the ads. Read More 
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