I spent most of my life on eggshells around peopleOnce blind but now aware of the comfy couches they snored on…
The intolerable society, the irritable people, the noises of babies, can be heard out aloud.
Some mornings when I peek over the six-foot fence on the North side of my small, tree-bare yard, I’ll peek into my…
Morning dewSits like pressed glass on grassSmall, delicate pearls reflect colors…