James Buschmann

There’s a day now and then When the world is so glorious, When your children are safe and happy, When the roof has no leaks, And the furnace is working the way it’s supposed to, The bills are paid, The project is completed, And you have new ideas for things you might do. The noise […]

There is a time when the sound of wet tires on Harris Street Comes as a surprise. Gravity has worked its irresistible craft On the water cycle, Leaving carbuncles dangling from the tips of the potted spruce. It goes on, And green returns to the carpet. It goes on, and chimney smoke begins to fight […]