Shall I write about trees again?
Another round of people loved and lost?
Should there be a line about that time we
kissed and wept and hated and wept… Continue reading →
In the quiet yard
a pile of feathers, yellow, black… Continue reading →
today the slushing rain has filled
the yard with thirty-ish finches
all arguing for seed and perch… Continue reading →
…all week i have waited for this
a taste of normal worth the fight. Continue reading →
These days some days to get through it
you have to turn it all off and
let something else grab your attention
just for some hours, an afternoon… Continue reading →
One person with a belief is equal to a force of ninety–nine who have only interest.
