coffee cups

I like coffee cups.  The woman (rest her soul) who used to live here collected salt and pepper shakers.  We walked into the house on the first day that it was ours – empty, filled only with sunlight and shadows... Continue Reading →

on rough drafts

I will not mow the lawn. Not today.

to be an island island that, itself, was here.


Who said that only animals are animated?

a stranger in a strange land

The world will forget these children.

to be.

...there is the conversation...given in the language of chemical exchanges...

a noise invisible

But there in the dark of a BBC recording was only a young man's madness.

noise on an otherwise quiet day

...the pattern of the grain flows with divergent needs, some cells expanding slightly, others contracting.

first entry in a new notebook.

All things repeat.

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