I used to be the sun
This mound was once a valley filled with bird song, footfall, the persistent running cascade of the river weir. I used to be the sun. Changes…
Such is life
I live in the borderland of grief and joy. It’s tempting to fall apart. I have lived on the lip of insanity. Like a sundial I…
Shifting currents
I said goodbye to my mother on December 19. Every minute with her after that was “hello again.” Hello again and thank you for this gift…
Finding joy without even lookin’ for it
You know those days when everywhere you turn the same idea confronts you, breathes itself into your ear, blares out from the television set, slides into…