It’s Too Soon To Tell
by Barbara, on her porch in Boothbay Harbor, looking at the majestic windjammers and waiting for fireworks later I rarely, rarely write poetry, but I recently came across this poem…
Wicked Good Mysteries
by Barbara, on her porch in Boothbay Harbor, looking at the majestic windjammers and waiting for fireworks later I rarely, rarely write poetry, but I recently came across this poem…