The radio spits out news that can’t be held listening as witness, eyes opening and turning to the weirdness of snow on the seventeenth of April, snow, hail, sleet doesn’t this seem more likely than all that world stuff? Mid-April, … Continue reading →
I think the wind and sleet got to me last night and this morning. Ready for spring, mother nature. C’mon, you can do it! This morning, amidst wind and sleet appeared a flock huddled and clinging, impaled on branches, dislodged … Continue reading →
There’s nothing that says “Spring!” quite like skunky. Black and white stain on road the blunt, matte smell trailing after the cars. What is that? Oh. Yes. That’s what. Fading at the same speed. It’s the whiff spring keeps on … Continue reading →
Last night a few days after the last seen flurry, a scent of, daring, spring. Just past the last hill home where the shoulder is a stream now dopplerized frogs in a night of crossing roads of crossing seasons no … Continue reading →
I don’t remember if the accompanying gold had a specific name but that green darkened many a kitchen cabinet and appliance in its day… Long ago, in a childhood far away in upstate New York kitchens used to be avocado, … Continue reading →
For peace of mind, resign as general manager of the universe.
