wood splitting for one more than enough fire for two the cold heart shivers

clouds don’t have a union here the desert hires these billows of mist as freelancers day workers and hourlies used to hover for...

I heard someone say the happiest place on earth is the moment you turn out the lights and slip under the sheets of your own bed I can see...

the end of each day earns a color some hue- grade of misery or happiness that one emotional dip of the brush at dusk swipes across my...

and a torn net laying on a wind-whipped beach the sun distant and cowering this poet strokes back to shore to sit shivering without a...

she dangled and swayed a regal shadow in the pond trailing an elegant fantail unhurried the red and white goldfish always in a tight...

DON’T LAUGH! they can be a particularly effective partnership one hand forages a bag for a fat chip while the other waves in the air...

many young people look up and choose a mountain to climb some goal to prepare and pack for a life journey aimed at a distant dream others...

returning to the cave of your birth with life left outside the entrance confessions and close ones surround you at the rear wall candled...

a perfect night’s sleep the smile that slips in your bed awakens at dawn

don’t we all have a wardrobe of seams? the well-worn or split and torn patched over and over the few friendships we never stop mending...