Three Rivers Anthology

I penned (literally) this first small book of poems, interspersed with restless wanderings, while living alone for close to ten years in a small cabin in the woods of Carlisle, Massachusetts, near the shores of the Concord River. I published 100 copies of Raccoon (all I could afford) back in the early nineties, and I sold them pretty quickly, not due to merit, but mostly to friends kind enough to indulge my unkempt experiments with words.
No doubt, the larger world of poetry has pretty much ignored my efforts—as I have their world, so I do deeply appreciate any of you who takes the time to share in this old and blessed sojourn in the woods of mine—albeit in a new and more modern format.
Though the years have moved by quickly and happily, I still find myself reliving the decade or so I lived in the cabin, trundling to the outhouse, waiting for the spring to thaw my sink, and dipping my pen in an old inkwell, if only to see what happens.
This is what happened…