know what I mean? – I’m trying to
do whatever I can, today. Continue reading →
Is there such a thing as live-reporting in sonnet form? I guess there is now! I rode high in the bright tow truck looking around my neighborhood while the tattooed driver drove on watching messages popping up we descended from … Continue reading →
I only know that • the act of sitting still • is a great teacher Continue reading →
Under it, last week’s • still life of three garlic bulbs • sprouting on a plate. Continue reading →
the eve of april – before dark I walk the yard – peepers singing loud Continue reading →
It’s all right to have butterflies in your stomach. Just get them to fly in formation.
