snow dusting the porch •
the trace of small pointy feet •
of a calling bird. Continue reading →
Get over it you weirdos. There’s supposed to be snow on the ground. Continue reading →
When I looked out at eleven last night there was just a dust of new snow but this morning there is a new foot of the white stuff. That’s as in, an additional foot on top of the eight inches … Continue reading →
How can I continue to wish I have a bigger variety of blacks? That just silly! Continue reading →
From the creek’s dark slash Following hidden shoreline Ghosts of warmer days. Another minus seven or eight day.
Our duty, as men and women, is to proceed as if limits to our ability did not exist. We are collaborators in creation.
