Strathmere, a poem

        We cross the bridge above the greens and blues

of Corson’s Inlet

The old bridge lifted

on its concrete pilings

The narrow bridge

The Deauville Inn

The skiffs  & sand bars

Herons hiding.

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About valdeswrites

I write poems and essays. My commentaries about music, theater, the visual arts can be heard on the radio. I've been a piano teacher. After 25 years as an arts journalist, I find deep pleasure as a writing coach. I coach at the Alder St. Studio here in Philadelphia, and at the Muse House in Chestnut Hill. I also work with writers online. I've lived in many beautiful cities and traveled to many parts of the world thanks to my coverage of the Philadelphia Orchestra. Philadelphia is my adopted home.
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