We work our magic • small miracles • or common pleasures Continue reading →
Saw this on the way home and on the other side of the sky a beautiful full moon. Continue reading →
The mistress comes in with a teacup • “You two – doing nothing again? Continue reading →
That joy, momentary and sweet, • but we remain with you always. Continue reading →
I might have bitten off more than I should. Or maybe it was a spurt of over-achieving, multi-focal whatever. Continue reading →
We are made to persist. That’s how we find out who we are.
