The rhododendron •
leaves unfurled in winter sun •
filled with chickadees Continue reading →
where go the hours •
hurrying down to shadow •
waiting for the night. Continue reading →
How can I continue to wish I have a bigger variety of blacks? That just silly! Continue reading →
a plate, empty stems
the grapes plucked, chewed, and swallowed
now I sit with loss. Continue reading →
From the creek’s dark slash Following hidden shoreline Ghosts of warmer days. Another minus seven or eight day.
Doggedness depends on emotional traits — enthusiasm and persistence in the face of setbacks — above all else.
