Author: Eamon Grennan

She’s stopped in her southern tracks Brought haply to this hard knock When she shoots from the tall spruce And […]

At her Junior High School graduation, She sings alone In front of the lot of us Her voice soprano, surprising, […]

Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o’clock light change from Charcoal to a faint […]

Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter Rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of […]

I am watching Cleo listening, our cat Listening to Mozart’s Magic Flute. What Can she be hearing? What Can the […]