the paper is waiting • the paint blobs absorb water • I absorb the scene Continue reading →
Under it, last week’s • still life of three garlic bulbs • sprouting on a plate. Continue reading →
went out in the rain • my hair already wet • my body thirsty Continue reading →
the eve of april – before dark I walk the yard – peepers singing loud Continue reading →
I just went out to check for mail and to empty my coffee grounds into the garden. Beautiful sunny day, almost seventy degrees. Heading out in a bit to pick up Mom and spend the rest of the day together. … Continue reading →
What we must decide is perhaps how we are valuable, rather than how valuable we are.
