Now that night has come the world takes a breath and sits back an old couple together trees stand black gated sentries by the occasional window. The mounded woods are silent but at the corners in the wet hollows peepers … Continue reading →
This still needs some tumbling but here it goes for now: April’s heavy clouds, oppose fluorescent maples bright yellow willows with sun or no the trees above rich greens first sparks no heat yet a welcome light
You know when you get a song stuck in your head and it’s really bothering you because you can’t remember all the words? These days you can go to the vast interwebs and search for whatever shred of lyric you … Continue reading →
She came, needing to buy a replacement for something broken — accidentally, unfortunately, sadly — and then she began to weep, her husband, not dead six days would have known how to fix it how to do all those things … Continue reading →
Well into April, the morning is light pouring up from wet ground, shining as tall ancient trees which shone out silver and gold across a newer world. Now these lesser trees, though leafless gleam bright in slanted day. The willows … Continue reading →
Do not anxiously hope for that which is not yet come; do not vainly regret what is already past.
