Reality
Being here makes me think of Robert McClowsky. One Morning in Maine Make Way for Ducklings Blueberries for Sal Burt Dow Deep Water Man But the title that keeps…
Away
I'm watching waves roll white. Three precious heads are bobbing high and low on water that's awake and roaring, and there's nary a cloud nigh. The sun is beaming down heat,…
The Progression of an Evening
I just started a pot of lentil and sausage soup. It's bubbling all wild and happy on the stove as I mix cornbread. It's dreary and grey and soggy outside,…