Category Archives: The Other Village

I wrote this yesterday afternoon after being driven from my office by multiple cement drills boring into the wall to anchor a new layer of brick. Sure was more peaceful out back. —DH Question Period On the grass around the … Continue reading →

I was quite pleased with “Men at the Library” when I first posted it, hot from my fevered brow. But I soon realized that I had made a simple mistake in strategy that weakened the poem. Repeatedly, I talked about … Continue reading →

Thanks to everyone who came out Friday for my reading. The seats were full and the sales were good. Nothing like a hometown crowd. I opened the reading with a new poem, taken directly from the life of a certain … Continue reading →

Today is the bicentennial of First Presbyterian Church, Potsdam, where I have warmed a pew since childhood. The church had a concert back in April celebrating the rich musical heritage of the congregation. Here is a poem for that occasion: … Continue reading →