Today--with the chill in my bones for so many nights, the cats and I conspired that it was time to light the first fire of the season. As practiced as I may have been at gathering firewood in youth, I... Continue Reading →
He fell, dreaming of flying Violent spring wind Subdued caw formed, sound lost To all ears but family Standing sentry, black Against wild blue and green limbs Snapped young white bones Repaired in her soft hands Wait for a wild... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 