January 13, 1994 (Yankee Magazine) - The villagers of Exeter, Rhode Island, knew that farmer George Brown had a problem. First, in 1883 his wife, Mary, succumbed to a mysterious illness. Six months later, his 20-year-old daughter, Mary Olive, also fell ill and died.

The summer was brief, and already by the middle of September many had returned to the pleasures of urban life. Ethel was among the first-comers; for, after her resolve to enter the life of the young poet once more, it would have been impossible for her to stay away from the city much longer. Her plan was all ready.

A dark kiss upon my neck
A soul forever young
Whispers forgotten upon the wind
Of past ages being sung
A moonlit night with clouds concealing
The face upon the land
That moves with swift intentions
Into the realm of man

Beshackled by superstitious lore
Hunted by fools and fears
Forever alone in a world of many
To wipe one's own blood-red tears

One day to find one to share
An eternal state of grace
For now lost in the moonlight
Another hidden face

Storm Spirit
March 29, 2002

Tears fall slowly down my cheeks
Wet, winding rivers cutting a path of pain
I never wanted to hurt you
Never meant to fall in love so easily
Time and distance play such cruel jokes
Separated by the many miles of ocean between us
And the span of years no one could understand
Once I told you, Never love me for I’ll only bring pain
You didn’t listen, couldn’t listen
Now your heart breaks the same as mine...
I want to feel your arms around me,
Feel your breath upon my skin
Hear your voice whisper in my ear

Enter the wolf
Cruel staring eyes
Burning with hunger

Enter the lamb
Soft, supple flesh
The screaming victim

Why do men wonder?
What is so strange?
When lamb meets wolf the lamb comes willing
To be engulfed by carnivorous jaws
Why should the wolf deny that
Which its very nature demans

Do you understand?
Probably not
You are neither wolf nor lamb
But the stealthful lynx
Masterful and cunning

Children playing in the street
Killed by Tandem truck
Is it so shocking?