Turn chair thrice sun-wise •
Wave o’er with dragon eyes Continue reading →
The curbside flowers, •
today’s random act of grief, •
leave behind no stone. Continue reading →
so yearly the arrival of flowers •
red white and blue with their matching ribbon •
was a mystery to my schoolgirl self. Continue reading →
I guess I better be thinking about day two NaPoWriMo work two, but I’m packed for some work in waiting room today with Mom (first cataract!). Will keep you posted.
endless cups of tea •
drunk in the long past kitchens •
of our grandmothers Continue reading →
We are called to be architects of the future, not its victims.
