Ten Fourty-three P.M.

And now I draw and now I fly.

I fly and sing.

I sing and dance.

I dance and play.

All the things I started yet never finished.

Guests & Gifts

The homestead gate opens. A man holding a small boy’s hand walks through. The man has the little boy’s colorful backpack in his…

In Stereo

I need to skip ahead to Saturday evening and go back to the neighborhood walk later. Jane, the kids’ mother, called to say that she would be…