While everyone is pushing and pushing back the morning fuzz of autumn, grasses bloom in place. Children holding […]
A pair of hidden coots in the sedge line driven out by raucous fighter jets. Bubbles alive with […]
We whisper into the early morning hour out of respect for the dying night
the thing I love about futballers is that they’ll keep running at and trying to beat an opponent, […]
Coolness of this morning’s carpet, a moth flutters by the front door.
There is a cutting truth, the kind of truth that stops the argument in its tracks, there is […]
SevenTwentynineNineteen Fledglings in and out Of baby yew. . . and i’m The only one watching!
Here’s my entry for this weeks #Haikai Challenge: Cicada Cicada husks on siding of my memory -back to […]
Security guard walks by, radioing a description of the weiner dog.
i’ve forgotten the shapes of countries, i can’t recognize the globe; replacing their memory with the feel of […]