I enjoyed the rare moments of dialogue too – the reactions of others and mine to some I encountered. Need to find more of that. Continue reading →
The last of April, green thrown lightly to •
the near hills, a scarf catching the last sun Continue reading →
Just there, behind a stump, a tiny man
sitting quiet, a greenish hat cocked so. Continue reading →
Just before I remember what I was •
before all of this, before all of this, Continue reading →
last night my little flashlight caught the world •
ablaze with diamonds, but now all is gold Continue reading →
That’s the point of working with one’s hands, you see. It gives the mind something else to do besides worry.
