Grace

This spring I entered a poetry contest in which the theme was hope and grace. I did not win or receive mention…

Sapling #21

Warm and deep, like old fires tended to by caring grandmothers, warming children’s fingers after the…

“The sky is falling,” said Chicken Little.

The topside of my car is speckled with ash today.
Neighbors reported last night that it was “raining ashes.”

This is not a new phenomenon to me. I remember the ash buildup from the Eruption of Mt…