what is a cipher? •
why are we considering •
something that’s nothing? Continue reading →
childhood memories: •
windows full of falling snow •
a day paused, blizzard. Continue reading →
The most fabulous part of the dream made it worth remembering though. I had this image that was like a stream of fairies Continue reading →
Is the flicker of an eye all that love •
is made of? A tickle blink of •
sweet and spice, just a hint •
of lark? •
Catherine Wing Continue reading →
the sunny clear sky belies the forecast models of storms days away.
That’s the point of working with one’s hands, you see. It gives the mind something else to do besides worry.
