A break now from the winter rains;
Perhaps a few days or a week
Of sunshine. A couple of hours
Past sunrise, wild finches
Peck in my yard and on the patio.
I give them names and address them so,
But they are far too wise to care.
10 March 2019
16 July 2019
When I die, let me sleep in the rain that falls on the trees, in the rain that falls on the ocean. Let me sleep easy in the wetness that bri...
A body holds a heart. Growl now. Or bark. Climb now, back into your animal, into its hide, its soul. Feel your claws, your fangs. Blood...
A thick fog lays across the farmlands of the valley, heavy and low to the ground. It might last all day long. Sometimes the only sunshine ...