or, They Say Lightning Doesn’t Strike Twice But I Feel Like Once Is Probably Enough
There are times when it seems like the excitement never lets up around here.
My morning walk started offWith vultures leading the sermon,Though they didn’t have much to sayTheir silence did determine
natural beauty
An old jug, chipped and cracked but mended and still serviceable, sits on the shelf. I…
It’s a real picture.
Light-spheres are zigzagging through
Leaves of a nut tree.
— “The Zone” and why Artisans should welcome it. Final Thoughts.
a poem in response to this prompt by Tamyka Bell for Chalkboard
This beautiful baby was watching the wood pile on the back porch. See the red broom handle for a size comparison.
