Opinion
Hallowe’en festivities this year have extended over an unusually protracted period, and witchery and weirdness have held high carnival.
High stone walls, some lengths standing taller than a very tall man’s shoulder, enclose the ancient meadow.
When our mother found 108 Center street in 1980 it reminded her of where she grew up, a quintessential New England village in rural Rhode Island.
When I was a child we would occasionally take up-Island excursions to Menemsha or Gay Head. En route, there would often be a stopover at Indian Hill.
I sit outside
quietly, the autumn tree
stands next to me.
Rodent management is one thing, purposefully inflicting the type of suffering caused by glue traps is a different story. It’s barbaric.