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Sunday, May 22, 2005

[Smoked Alewives]

Inside the smoke house
the air is thick and pungent
golden fish hanging

Saturday, May 21. 2005

[Plowing Time]

At a walking pace
the horses are breaking ground
harnesses creaking

Friday, May 20, 2005

[Ancient rituals]

The planting of seeds
putting out the ornaments
the snarl of mowers

Thursday, May 19, 2005

[Seeking Sunshine]

Unfolding wrinkles
limp red leaves lift themselves up
reaching for the light

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

[Family Feast]

Wild dogs of the sea
are gorging in the baitfish
without sentiment

Other pieces in the Spirit Procession show

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

[Cast Aside]

The long lost bracelet
still displays a sentiment
that the trees ignore

Monday, May 16, 2005

[Impatient Gardener]

How long must he wait
for the fickle sun to shine
so the seeds can sprout

Sunday, May 15, 2005

[New Clothes]

The pale green willows
light up along the shoreline
below the dark pines

Saturday, May 14, 2005


merged into a migration
driven by the call

Friday, May 13, 2005

[Damariscotta Mills]

Rivers of alewives
struggling to climb the falls
and close the circle

Thursday, May 12, 2005


A block of granite
hauled off the river bottom
naked in the air

Wednesday, May 11, 2005


Maligned vegetable
dares to make a bold display
against the green lawn

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

[Gone Fishing]

Glimmer in the dark
an excited tugging line
the bent rod arcs up

Monday, May 9, 2005


The water strider
skitters across turbulence
riding the tension

Sunday, May 8, 2005

[Security Bubble]

Castles in the air
built high to wall out the world
where the flowers bloom

Saturday, May 7, 2005

[Old Song]

Only the turtles
would sing about this weather
or maybe the fish

Friday, May 6, 2006

[Boy Traces]

At the old campsite
a perforated drum still
resounds with gun shots

Thursday, May 5, 2005

[Spring Sky]

After the rains pass
fat puffs of cloud ride the wind
play tag with the sun

Wednesday, May 4, 2005

[Morning Mirror]

Still as a statue
the heron is poised to strike
at his reflection

Tuesday, May 3, 2005

[Toad Afloat]

A square-toed frigate
built of local pine on oak
she has to swell tight

Monday, May 2, 2005

[High Water Marks]

Flood tide rushing in
filling up the least guzzle
pull up your high boots

Sunday, May 1, 2005

[Old Leaves]

The beeches still cling
onto last year's memories
until new buds burst

Saturday, April 30, 2005

[The Weight]

The dancer carries
the burden weighing us down
leaving us lightened

Friday, April 29, 2005

[Half Empty]

Tom called her the sieve
couldn't make her stop leaking
now she's tight -- and full

Thursday, April 28, 2005

[Second Round]

A week-long downpour
roars down the river valleys
spills over the falls

"Busting at the Seams"
[China Lake]
SnapBack from Bob Turner

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

[Thawed Treasures]

The bedraggled crow
a little the worse for wear
picks through our spring trash

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

[Toad is Ready]

Old fashioned boat oil
pine tar, linseed oil, and turps
the smell of spring time

Once upon a time
In a nearby land
In the little town
of Bowdoinham
Painters and singers
Dancers too
Would float on the Toad
'Neath the sky so blue

Its been a while
since the Toad set sails
with artists and snacks
packed to gunwales

But its spring again
and hope does boom
that we might get
to go yarting soon.

[FlashBack from Sara Nics]

Monday, April 25, 2005

[Conversations Missed]

Woods full of birdsong
and a pattering of rain
the old man can't hear

Sunday, April 24, 2005

[After Rain]

It happens so fast
buds and birds and bees and blooms
and the world goes green

Saturday, April 23, 2005


Wind off the water
still raw but full of promise
with rain on her breath

Friday, April 22, 2005

[Annual Installation]

Jimmy's dock is in
the boating season begins
soon the floating life

Thursday, April 21, 2005

[Good Soaking]

Rumbling thunder
brings the first downpour of spring
daffs come out to dance

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

[Annual Migration]

The perch are running
Cambodians come to town
with poles and buckets

Monday, April 18, 2005

[Spring Cleaning]

Shake out the old dust
throw the windows open wide
let the sunshine in


Sunday, April 17, 2005

[Flip Sides]

While the eagles soar
rising above the landscape
crows are complaining

Saturday, April 16, 2005

[Wakeup Call]

Shake off winter's sleep
it's time for the bears in us
to step out and dance

Friday, April 15, 2005

[Flora Returns]

Flowers come bursting
out of the half-frozen earth
reaching for the sun

Flora Returns
[360 degree view]

Thursday, April 14, 2005

[Eel Futures]

When the moon goes dark
and the spring tide is in flood
elvers climb the falls

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

[Late Dusting]

Just when the jonquils
are daring to strut their stuff
April has a last laugh

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

[Gear Heads]

On the first warm day
the motorcycles come out
and roar up the roads

Monday, April 11, 2005

[Spring Freshet]

Rivers running high
carrying off all the ruck
throw in winter's blah

Sunday, April 10, 2005


Once there was a time
when young boys wore sailor suits
and the world was new

Saturday, April 9, 2005

[Down Country]

Soon as the ice goes
the ospreys reclaim their nests
talons full of truck

Friday, April 8, 2005

[Night Moves]

Eyes in the headlights
a sudden screeching of brakes
shadows cross over

Thursday, April 7, 2005


Cold waters rise up
to touch the hem of our lives
as we hurry past

Wednesday, April 6, 2005

[Intrepid Flowers]

First into the light
the crocus petals spread wide
beckoning for bees

Tuesday, April 5, 2005

[New Songs]

Hard case chicadees
are sipping on maple sap
and making music

Monday, April 4, 2005

[Between Drenchings]

A sodden landscape
muted shades of beige and brown
just a hint of green

Sheepscot Spring
SnapBack from Theta Torbert

Sunday, April 3, 2005

[Ice Out]

High water rising
the frozen highways unknit
and rush down the tide

Saturday, April 2, 2005

[Seal Hunt]

Hard necessity
confronts us on the spring ice
and blood on our hands


Friday, April 1, 2005

[April Fool]

Treading on thin ice
the trickster may trick himself
but gets the last laugh

SnapBack from Mary Bloom

Thursday, March 31, 2005

[Letting Go]

The bay's white expanse
is broken by blue water
out beyond the point

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

[Sap Collecting]

The horses' breath hangs
on the frosty morning air
in the sugarbush

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

[Flood Watch]

Heavy rain pounds down
washing the old snow away
(yellow rubber boots)

Monday, March 28, 2005

[First Gestures]

the rude force of springtime
daffs fingering up

And this is yes
And this is hope
And this is yes
And this is faith
And this is yes
And this is courage
And this is yes
And this is yes
And this is growing
And this is yes
And this is opening
And this is yes
And this is reaching
And this is yes
And this is yes
And this is receiving
And this is yes
And this is giving
And this is yes
And this is Beauty
And this is yes
And this is now
And this is now
And this is now
And this is yes

[SnapBack from Sara Nics]

Sunday, March 27, 2005

[Spring Promises]

A flock of blackbirds
shouting cordialities
in the naked tree

Saturday, March 26, 2005

[Cat Scan]

Lying on my back
staring at the ceiling lights
wondering on fate

Friday, March 25, 2005

[Arthur Murray]

When the snow is old
go out animal dancing
do the turkey trot

Thursday, March 24, 2005


As the frost comes out
every muscle wants to stretch
shrugging off winter

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

[Trash Bandit]

Raccoon rattling
in the trash cans at midnight
out making his rounds

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

[Be Jammin']

Our isolations
dissolve in the collective
blues band in the groove

Monday, March 21, 2005


A maple twig weeps
where they skidded out the pines
the light is rising

Sunday, March 20, 2005

[Fast Skiing]

Just about perfect
rotten snow on river ice
cool wind dries the sweat

Saturday, March 19, 2005

[Snow Fleas]

Springtails wriggling
on rotten snow in the woods
dancing for the sun

Friday, March 18, 2005

[Sap Rising]

Warm days and cold nights
perfect sugaring weather
except for the slush

Thursday, March 17, 2005

[Old Tale]

My great-grandfather
for wearing of the orange
had to leave Clonmel

Wednesday, March 16, 2005


Life tends to snowball
rolling us up in rigmarole
we forget to play

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

[It Burns]

The need to create
a spark smouldering in straw
you must blow on it

[Photo by Peggy Muir circa 1980]

Monday, March 14, 2005

[Animal Enthusiasm]

The old dog's still game
eager to get out and roam
but she staggers home

[SnapBack from Bob Turner]

Sunday, March 13, 2005

[Saturday Snow]

Fat wet flakes drape down
covering the world with slow
just the plows are out

Saturday, March 12, 2005

[Big Tides]

New moon - another storm
as weather follows the tide
the blues rise and fall

Friday, March 11, 2005


Winter light on snow
the dazzle enters our eyes
and opens a door

Thursday, March10, 2005

[Hearth & Home]

Bitterly cold out
we bundle up in layers
the cookstove's roaring

Wednesday, March 9, 2005

[Morning Melody]

Snowblower next door
snarls us into consciousness
the wind is hooting

So Mike Mulligan
City Hall Gone From Above
In the Hole He Dug

[Snapback from Hank Ogilby]

Tuesday, March 8, 2005


Out along the bounds
that turn landscape into manscape
the line trees grow tall

Monday, March 7, 2005

[Pas de Duex Redux]

Circled by eagles
conspiring together
to twine our spirits

Sunday, March 6, 2005

[Pas de Duex]

The urge to create
lifts us to whirling heights
sets us down dizzy

[Drawn from a Paul Taylor Dance Company video]


Saturday, March 5, 2005

[Stinson's Defunct]

The cannery closed
the cutters shook hands goodbye
where will the gulls go?

Friday, March 4, 2005

[Harbor Light]

An abandoned bar
echoes of late night laughter
between antique shops

Thursday, March 3, 2005

[At the Cafe]

Last night the music
couldn't get into the groove
until sombody listened

Wednesday, March 2, 2005

[Rabbit Sign]

Woods full of hare tracks
criss-crossed hither and thither
foxes must be scarce

Tuesday, March 1, 2005

[Hunkered Down]

March comes roaring in
pluming white and keening wind
we feed the woodstove

Monday, February 28, 2005


Birds on the belfry
all turned toward the sunset
getting their bearings

"Weather Fish Pointing The Way To Spring"

[Snapback from Rob Auld]

Sunday, February 27, 2005

[In the Pines]

An abandoned cabin
surrounded by junk and snow
waiting for new dreams

" in Sweetzerland, we had a nature ecstasy of Art push.."

[SnapBack from Olivier Aubert]

Saturday, February 26, 2005

[Climbing Ritual]

Toboggan takes off
careens down the frozen hill
we tumble off -- laugh

Friday, February 25, 2005

[Protected Vector]

A gaggle of geese
crowding the open water
gorging on handouts


Old Dinky Toys
Bring me back to Days Long Past
In the Summer Sun

[SnapBack from John McCullough]

Thursday, 24 February, 2005

[Paper Money]

Strong reek of sulphur
when the wind comes northerly
the smell of money

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

[Benny Reehl]

He left us grinning
I bet he's juggling something
in vaudeville heaven

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

[Mole Hills]

Weatherman preaching
about white-outs on the pike
like the end of days

Monday, February 21, 2005

[Buried Again]

Wind's gone easterly
the air is full of powder
clutter disappears

"Gates of Home Depot"
[SnapBack from Maury Englander]

Sunday, February 20, 2005

[Ice Fishing]

Smell of nicotine
in a tidewater smelt camp
the baited lines twitch

Bryce not takes but gives
visual and verbal gems
shining bits of light

[SnapBack by Don Grinberg]

Saturday, February 19, 2005

[Tough Skating]

Ice has made again
frozen tracks are washboard rough
hard to find the glide

Friday, February 18, 2005

[Low Tide]

The ice is rotten
where I walk the river flats
the dog won't follow

Thursday, February 17, 2005

[Coyote Unmasked]

Trickster's playing prank
everything is upside wrong
maybe he's a she

Coyote sleeps with everyone,
but in the morning he's long gone
and it turns out that he was a she.
Tales grow tall around the fire.
Where there's no truth, no one's a liar.
Whatever mask you wear is who you'll be.
There is a hole in the day
through which we make our getaway -
I make mine every time I'm shook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.

Lyrics by Greg Brown: "My New Book"
[SnapBack from Carter Ruff]

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

[Winter Bird]

That flash of color
a cardinal in the rose bush
against a white world

Tuesday, February 15, 2005


Short-handled shovels
with over-sized plastic blades
chiropractor's friend

Monday, February 14, 2005

[Valentine's Day]

Sometimes your heart breaks
when a cold wind passes through
but then the sun shines

Sunday, February 13, 2005

[Shoeing Season]

Laden branches bow low
weighted down by draping snow
we bend beneath winter

[Snapbacks from Carol Jones]

Friday, February 11, 2005

[Snow Day]

Shut in by snowfall
quietness piles up around
haste takes a breather


His message reminds me
that hidden below the sedimentary snow
as some die
other roots, long-dormant, awake

[Snapback by Sarah Nics]


Thursday, February 10, 2005

[Ritual Acts]

Sweeping the temple
a woman repeats her self
time and time again



Wednesday, February 9, 2005

[Coyote Again]

Black shadow running
across the bay's bare whiteness
stops to stare at me


Indira asks -
Where are you
what has become of you
and what have you got yourself into?
The answers, I realize, are not as interesting as the questions.

[Snapback from Sara Nics]


Tuesday, February 8, 2005

[Caught Dancing]

The toymaker's wife
says his creatures come alive
when he's not looking

Sunday, February 6, 2005

[Turning Home]

Wind is in my face
now the sun is behind me
the cold embracing

Saturday, February 5, 2005

[February Thaw]

When the air goes soft
in the middle of winter
you know she's a tease

Friday, February 4, 2005

[Pretty Soggy]

Fat wet snow last night
this morning the world is white
and sticks to your shoes


Winter cold
Tire tracks made by my jeep
Look like a monster truck rally
Getting started was hard in the morning
Pushing one out the garage
A backup jeep for my Montana winter
I get my my own rig started with a battery from the other
Shuttling down the road
Past the deer and out of the chores of the outbuildings
I look for warmth in the my office
Frosty windows
Dead bamboo leaves
Fall into my pack
I clean them out with the throb of the furnace
at home later
the fire is roaring
burning W2 envelopes
keeping the cold out
flames lick the sky
challenging defying
mixing with the cold
my body finally accepting
this state
this life
and the red wine mixing with a presence at the boundary of the big glass window
a great horned owl hoots
the outside pushes in
and finally, at the end of the day,
I find acceptance

[SnapBack from Noah Jackson]


Thursday, February 3, 2005

[Social Security]

An elderly man
shuffles carefully on ice
where the young man skates

Wednesday, February 2, 2005

[White Sahara]

Frozen waves of snow
rippling across the bay
a desert stillness

Yes, it is a desert...a snow desert. But couldn't that be sand? Or
sandstone, for that matter? Is it a moonscape? Perhaps a picture sent
back from a distant planet's moon by a small mechanical wanderer...robotic
ambassador to the universe...sending snapshots home to its meat-creature
family that made it and hurled it at the stars?

[Snapback from Gene Smith]


Tuesday, February 1, 2005


Hard edged shadows
broken crusts of brittle snow
words about to snap

Monday, January 31, 2005

[Memory Loss]

Forgetting the way
lets us find new directions
through the moonlit woods

Sunday, January 30, 2005

[Head Butting]

Fixated on war
we become our enemies
and so wound ourselves

Saturday, January 29, 2005

[Midnight Ramble]
Full moon lights the bay
crystals sparkle underfoot
chill wind at our backs

Friday, January 28, 2005

[Spinning Wheels]

Slipslide on the drive
loose powder up to the hubs
glare ice underneath


Thursday, January 27, 2005


Waiting for oil change
the thrum of intown traffic
scent of lubricants


Tuesday, January 25, 2005


A full moon comes out
after the sculpting blizzard
reshapes the shadows

Waiting for winter
To arrive, from the west
Where it left what
It does best, deep and white.

[Snapback from Don Grinberg]

Whitened depth
measured record

[Snapback from Don Grinberg]


Sunday, January 23, 2005

[Someone's Home]

One wan yellow light
challenges the cold cosmos
from a far window


Friday, January 21, 2005


Bitterly cold wind
sets the drift snow streaming
across the landscape


Thursday, January 20, 2005

[No Exit]

Wrong turn at the ramp
angry driver waves his fist
I grin and wave back

Love those soft-shaped little men
Want to slide them in my pocket
Carry them like cornerless companions through the day
The grumpier one would have to lose the sign, though

Maybe they would start a little village there
A commune of sorts
With exotic tribal customs
And exuberant ecstatic dances

No sharp pinching poking edges
Just round organic goodness
Like plums from some grandmother's back-yard

Maybe I could pull them out
Sit them next to my humming CPU
Their wooden selves could remind me that life is moving
Swooping round pulsing and never ever stagnant.

[Snapback from Sara Nics]


Wednesday, January 19, 2005

[Zero Degrees]

Wincing-bright sunlight
stretches a tree's blue shadow
on the crunching snow


Tuesday, January 18, 2005

[Night Snow]

Last night as we slept
a dream of snow covered all
the plowman woke us


Sunday, January 16, 2005

[First Skate]

The ice is booming
as I lace up my cold skates
I wobble -- then glide


Saturday, January 15, 2005

[Frost Fog]

Alone in the mist
familiar forms appear
from another realm


Thursday, January 13, 2005

[January Encounter]

In falling powder
coyote stands silhouette
while his mate lopes off

In the
Coyote tried to trick
into the woods.

He was so clearly out of his element
no kilts, no bagpipes and too few rats
just too-long winters, the aurora and sled dogs
crafty Coyote now makes a living off the out-of-place house pets.

" Let's play, let's play!"
she said
weaving herself along the edge of the woods
" It'll be fun!"

Brave coyote mother -
daring a trick with two-leggeds nearby.
She can have the damn dog,
I never liked him anyway.

[Snapback from Sara Nics]


Tuesday, January 11, 2005

[Winter Music]

Icicles dripping
under the sun-kissed eaves
patter on the deck


Monday, January 10, 2005

[Morning Ski]

Dazzling snow covers
the river ice: eagle jumps!
my heart beats in time

Icy hand breaks through...
Where has middle finger gone?
Gesture loses point.

[Snapback from Gene Smith]

Budding winter hand
palming snow
patient waiting for winter's

[Snapback from Sara Nics]


The heat's gone out.
Last night the furnace decided
This was the time for a vacation.
So now, with a fire in the living room,
I am giving breakfast to my daughter.
The furnace techs are below us in the basement
Cajoling the tired oil burner
Into coming back from early retirement.

As we finish breakfast and I'm wiping
Zoe's oatmeal fingers
She wraps her hand around my thumb,
And the whole world is love and curiosity.
When I lift her down she runs off
To chase an unruly ball
And rub sticks on the furniture for sound.

I pick up her high chair to put it away
And I feel heat from the seat of it -
Her heat, radiating back to me.
My hand stops, hovering in that aura.
It will only last a few seconds in the cold house.

[Snapback from Carter Ruff]


Thursday, January 6, 2005



I've always wanted
-for the past two years at least-
to press a microphone to the canvas? felt?
wall of the ice house

My imaginations hears popping tabs
-long silences-
broken by rhetorical questions
and the cracking ice

My friends who've
-been there-
tell me it's just men drinking
I'm still curious

[Snapback from Sara Nics]

Snapback from Maury Englander

"St. Patrick's Day"

Snapback from John Dunne-Brady

"San Francisco Peak #2"


Thursday, December 23, 2004

Snapback from Allen Singer

"A Hubbard Glacier reject"


Sunday, December 19, 2004

Snapback from Maury Englander

"right winger oppressors-of-the-working-class-bastids are taking over our neighborhood........"

Snapback from Noah Jackson

"Buffalo Herd, Flathead Indian Reservation; Bitterroot Mountains"

Snapback from Gene Smith

"Seasonal Carving"

Snapback from Chris Finlayson

"White Wall and Window"

snapback by Maury Englander
"signs of the times"

snapback from Maury Englander

SnapBack by Noah Jackson


Monday, November 29, 2004


Saturday, November 27, 2004

SnapBack from Noah Jackson


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