I once heard that if you don’t do small things, you’ll never do big things when the time comes. It ... CONTINUED
fireflies (ii)
a wooden bowl forgotten on the patio and filled with rainwater mirrors the moon peeking ... CONTINUED
water memory
some believe that water knows all things washed by rain, and holds as treasure jetsam ... CONTINUED
budget cuts
there was a time when you could set your watch to the 5:57 amtrak as it rumbled through the only ... CONTINUED
not lost on me
i. raven hair, a sacred crown cascading in thick torrents down the nape of her ... CONTINUED
with a shrug
at the end of our road a rusted metal fence holds a faded "dead end" sign hanging askew. beyond, ... CONTINUED
your wildflowers
i. no flowers linger by the garden gate after this ice-cold winter. my gloves still lie in ... CONTINUED