The poems included here will be, at least for now, from my own work, Let the Scythe Call the Tune – poems focused upon a Vermont hill-farm family during the “Year Without a Summer,” also known as “1816 and Froze to Death.” The poems will be added from time to time as I find the leisure to enter and edit them. (Clicking on the book title will take you to the prologue; click on poem titles for the poems themselves.)

The photos will be a potpourri, planted here simply because there’s a place for them.

The prose will probably be stuff that comes about because I’m upset with the way America’s going; I had a great time throughout most of my life, and it seems a shame that those who will be following me can’t do the same.

And the site’s name? At one time, I was going to be a pipe maker, but recent developments have turned that goal into . . . a pipe dream.