Category: The Word from Pandora’s Tavern

I saw you this morning down at Pandora’s Tavern, drinking your coffee at the bar while perusing the obituaries on your phone. I saw Mr. Tombeaux walk in and sit down beside you. He...

Day’s end, a lull in the storm. Mr. Tombeaux arrives to remove the snow from the churchyard path. He wears a wool coat and carries an old shovel. He passes through the wrought gate...

“I” being JFK in the fall of 1963 “look forward to an America which will reward achievement in the arts as we reward achievement in business or statecraft. I look forward to an America...

Tire store big Dunkin’ Donuts Thomas Cole pretty as a plate glass window view miserable love winter coming snows required here in the waiting room no TV final formal NY Post headline “SUED FOR...

Here in my “later years” I just sit around this place paddocked by scare quotes and oh Jesus the stuff of my “earlier years” mostly memories & books & pictures & habits all themselves...

The guide said: “Follow that path through the woods till you find the place of art. You can’t miss it.” Why not? Long walk. Goldenrod interval. Milkweed cumulus. Dog-day cicada, heatbug, harvestfly song. We...

Single four foot stalk of tansy (Tanacetum vulgarum) sometimes called “bitter-buttons”—delicate, fern-like, fragrant, “garden escape”, runaway from bygone gardeners’ herbal paddocks, old world flower of new world byways, waste places, unmowed fields, “a conspicuous...

I take the car in to have the brakes looked at. They squeak. I sit in the waiting area of the dealership, notice a makeshift sign hanging by the cashier booth, it reads: Parents!...

Mid-August, seventeen summers into a new millennium, morning migraine then guns going off all around all day echoing through the woods the mountains and valleys, “Land in the Sky”, crew of the Half Moon...