December Brushstrokes (46)
Planets aren’t supposed to twinkle, But Venus, low on the [...]
Planets aren’t supposed to twinkle, But Venus, low on the [...]
The great rush of ivy Up the side of a [...]
What a distraction, all these leaves— I can’t see a [...]
To the wren I disturbed, Asleep in the porch eaves, [...]
The Osage orange has been Losing its mind, Throwing brain-shaped [...]
When I was a boy, on Halloween, Trick or treating [...]
Sorting eggs with my son, Listening to a twenty eight [...]
Where I backed the silver trailer In the autumn rain, [...]
After my dad died, and life Slowly resumed its seasons, [...]
The wild persimmon, Fruited, awaits. Present With each other, our [...]