Twenty Five Plus One Day

This is a poem I wrote on my 25th birthday about the premonition I always had that I would die young, that I almost wanted that to happen, particularly on my 25th birthday. Since it did not, and since I have much more to do, this poem is a toast to the rest of my life.

Shooting Star, Double Rainbow

This is a poem about two miraculous things I saw recently, both coincidentally while on ferry ships. Despite growing up on Cape Cod, it took me 25 years to get to Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard, which I finally did, and my view as I left each was nothing shy of Heavenly.