So many poems birthed at dawnor just beforewhen the trickster godsare passed out and cannotplot pratfalls for mere mortals…
It was a pleasant morning. I was snuggled under the blanket on my bed. Though it was around 9 in the morning, my eyes refused to open. I heard the…
A Story
I can see inside the hearts of these tiny little beans. Small strips of white amidst outer shells, tiny secrets…
Coyotes are calling as daylight is breakingCircling and trapping the claim they are stakingExciting the canine and frightening the fawn…
Every autumn when we have to set our clocks back, I experience a small-scale and short-lived depression prompted by being thrown back…