The crow makes a grab at the running mouse,
But too, late, he makes into the underbrush
And is long gone. The food chain can be random.
The wind is rather cool, but the sun is bright,
A spring afternoon down by Putah Creek.
01 Jan 2019
04 May 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 ...