know what I mean? – I’m trying to
do whatever I can, today. Continue reading →
Is there such a thing as live-reporting in sonnet form? I guess there is now! I rode high in the bright tow truck looking around my neighborhood while the tattooed driver drove on watching messages popping up we descended from … Continue reading →
for years I’ve sewn yards of fabric
many miles of thread all colors
enough to explore space I guess
I’ve counted the days in bobbins Continue reading →
dad’s face outlined in fire orange •
where all backyard fades to history Continue reading →
I only know that • the act of sitting still • is a great teacher Continue reading →
Your persistence is your measure of faith in yourself.
