Monday, May 25, 2020

Time Traveler



He came from a different time, earlier than ours. He came from last year. 

Friday, May 15, 2020

Unwriting My Story


Let me spin my story anew
We didn’t live in Guernsey Hollow, so why would I care
if I might have had to snap potato bugs in a small garden
that we could have had across the road

An Empty Vase

    An empty vase can be cobalt blue barely reflecting light coming in the window, dim like the last row of trees on a weste...