“The Keepers“

I was in the orchard when the shot was fired….

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Friday

The House on Peltoma

The sky was grey on the day we arrived; A softish grey, an almost bone-colored beige that shifted as Blurbs of cottony…

Back to Bed

Standing in front of the mirror in the six o’clock morning sunshine, I realize that I’ve spent half my life fussing over folds of…