Antemeridian Eye of the morning is scratchy red,the sort on the edge of burn byJeff SteenApril 28, 2024
A brief rant on Anglocentrism Rick Stein walks into a Hamburg market, ogling the eels byJeff SteenApril 7, 2024
Evergreens are not so always green Evergreens are not so alwaysgreen, are they? byJeff SteenMarch 29, 2024
PoetryNovember 18, 2023 Out of season I read an article (I skimmed an article) yesterday that said: Too many of byJeff Steen
PoetryOctober 26, 2023 Faith of the stonemason Between the hammer falls, the druid pleads byJeff Steen
PoetrySeptember 23, 2023 Another ticking tocked When I get up, and the sun is yetstruggling to light a fireso that we may see a byJeff Steen
PoetryAugust 19, 2023 Sunning to do I spent an afternoon in the forest with some hard-won success byJeff Steen
PoetryJuly 30, 2023 Writing a Poem with the Help of Billy Collins “Torture is a chocolate chip cookie” byJeff Steen
PoetryJuly 20, 2023 Ireland Ireland, like the color green, is where I belong:new and old in one vaporous byJeff Steen
PoetryJuly 8, 2023 The Immovable We Do you ever tire of standing still and putting up with nature's endless shuffle? byJeff Steen
PoetryJune 25, 2023 To start the day Mornings, I sit at a round-ish table just above the alley byJeff Steen