When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

Covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven,  As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,  Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves,  I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.    —Walt Whitman An excerpt from Walt Whitman’s elegy to President Abraham Lincoln. It was Continue reading “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d”

TIME TRAVELER (Please support The Arts)

I followed the trail that led into the shadows of the dark woods. Once in, I waited near a rope, was handed spray for my limbs, then a flashlight beamed where to sit. I was transported— back to the turn of the century, no longer a tourist. A sailing rig became a working voyage, asContinue reading “TIME TRAVELER (Please support The Arts)”