At the end of “Fern Hill” Dylan Thomas writes that as he aged he woke “to the farm forever fled from the childless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying though I sang in my chains like the sea.” My ancestors were farmers in Avon, Connecticut, and when my grandfather lost the farm we lost a lot. I sd fortunate, however, to be be born and raised on the old farm, and then we moved to another old farm one street over when I was 14, and that was fun. This shift in farming was common in the fist half of the 20th Century, and so now we need to “get back to the land” as we said in the ’60s.

I’m a poet at heart forever young I guess, and wrote a chapbook that is attached here.  I’ve done graduate work in poetry many years ago. I’m always willing to look at the work of other writers gratis. (FYI: 2014 was the 100th anniversary of the birth of Dylan Thomas)

Emanations poetry chapbook PDF below. Self-published in 2000
Emanationsbook

Academy of American Poets and poems for reading.