How Strange is this Sun Kissed Winter
The almost unrecognizable anthills are noticed
By sparrows upon telephone poles
whose eyes shift across pregnant continents
I am about to take that journey to where fractured clouds
Provide much more than just the promise of rain
PoetryPaw Prints in a Concrete Sidewalk The sun has reached its winter zenith, with shadows long, with gentle, creeping light. As I trudge, there is something immensely satisfying, seeing animal paw prints…
Fiction“ Tibu to mmm’aane , what am I?” The lanky old man still strong in body and mind shields his eyes from the piercing afternoon sun and asks, “Whatever do you mean,…
PoetryAround Innumerable Pits, Waiting You can engage or disengage around the fire pit, look toward the house or the stars you can’t see in the blackness above for the tongues flickering around…
FictionGypsy Moth Summer All I really heard was “accident” and “your brother.” The music vacuum had clued me in that something was wrong. There was no Carole King, no Don McLean, not…