Mar 13Glass LightBottles blue against a grey sky -- some dug from dusty cellar holes, two or three rescued from the dump, the rest passed down from other...
Mar 13TextureThe velvety softness of my hound dog’s ears. The gritty sweetness biting into a pear. The heavy warmth of a sleeping babe. The cool...
Feb 3Voices Of My NeighborsI’m in love with the slow voices of the old timers in my town. You can say most anything to them and their reply is some variation of...
Jan 31DumpsterIt is a dangerous thing to have in the yard. It beckons – give me that thing you do not want. I will make it simply go away. Do not...