When I have fears that I may cease to be • Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Continue reading →
The last of April, green thrown lightly to •
the near hills, a scarf catching the last sun Continue reading →
Just there, behind a stump, a tiny man
sitting quiet, a greenish hat cocked so. Continue reading →
Just before I remember what I was •
before all of this, before all of this, Continue reading →
last night my little flashlight caught the world •
ablaze with diamonds, but now all is gold Continue reading →
Our life is more than our work. Our work is more than our jobs.
