These days some days to get through it
you have to turn it all off and
let something else grab your attention
just for some hours, an afternoon… Continue reading →
All winter the gray brown edges
of the old hills roll and flutter… Continue reading →
I only know that • the act of sitting still • is a great teacher Continue reading →
Under it, last week’s • still life of three garlic bulbs • sprouting on a plate. Continue reading →
the eve of april – before dark I walk the yard – peepers singing loud Continue reading →
A life of leisure and a life of laziness are two things.
