Author Archives: brelandg

{After Robert Frost’s Birches} https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44260/birches Down on Big Four Road no birches grew– None at least that came to my attention. The trees, more like for anyone to mention, Were pines, of those we had more than a few. Pine trees reach proudly to the sky, Yet here and there arose a situation Where treesContinue reading “So Was I Once Myself a Rider of Pines”

Twenty-two pockets I wore that day Which anyone would have to say Is quite a large number of pockets to wear A pocket for everything, and a few to spare. Wearing that many pockets is quite a chore But that’s what I needed in the great outdoors For a day of hunting in the mountainContinue reading “22 Pockets”

Could we but stitch time, then what would stay Our hands from being all the clock would know And ever changing grains of sands’ flow, To suit our whims to contours of the day. Could we a seam in time’s fabric throw What dread calamities might we avert. Or else, as someone no doubt wouldContinue reading “A Stitch in Time”

It wasn’t the first time I had been called Honey by a waitress, but it was the one that got me to really think about the experience.  I think what did it was the age of the waitress—she must have been all of 17. My prior experience with being honeyed had mostly been on theContinue reading “On Being Honeyed”