Sometimes you need to pour the coffee and close the door. I already hear the distractions calling: you need birdseed! you bought soup makings! you said you were going to make and freeze lasagna! The end of april drawing near … Continue reading →
Shall I write about trees again?
Another round of people loved and lost?
Should there be a line about that time we
kissed and wept and hated and wept… Continue reading →
late day, opening the front door
the door gleams so white, afternoon
the floor is awash with puddles
white pools which fill with three black cats Continue reading →
sitting outside while • The wind scuffs up my coffee • And I shiver Continue reading →
>A squirrel as Buddha • Waiting for enlightenment • On the bird feeder Continue reading →
It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues.
