Observation from the deck
As I sit on our backyard deck, I hear a rhythmic ...
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
As I sit on our backyard deck, I hear a rhythmic ...
It was like this: I put on the dress he had bought ...
I spent most of this morning alternating between ...
When I drive down Route 229, down the hill and ...
Writing feels like concrete, wet and sloppy when ...
“You know, you have real, live cats,” my husband ...
Larry rolled down the window, letting the scent of ...
“Swim, swim, swim!” Martha screamed. It was in ...
I had named my camera Polyphemus, after Homer’s ...
We were friends, weren’t we? I’ve had longer ...
Sometimes I hear music Echoing recklessly In this ...