…a stream of hungry mouths, hungry
for green, for sweetness, for that first
delicious bite of soon-summer… Continue reading →
As I got down my dinner plate
As I grabbed a jar of gherkins
I realized that my kitchen had
an overwhelming memory… Continue reading →
All winter the gray brown edges
of the old hills roll and flutter… Continue reading →
…We used to stare at our TVs
space launches, breaking news stories
a shooting, a woman in pink
then in black, veiled, as we all grieved… Continue reading →
late day, opening the front door
the door gleams so white, afternoon
the floor is awash with puddles
white pools which fill with three black cats Continue reading →
Remember there’s no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end
