Walkin’ the blues away
With just enough ice to support her twenty-three pounds, she came running down a hill becoming airborne, her beagle ears flapping in the wind. Continue reading Walkin’ the blues away
Summer remembered
Summer, remembered. It was once suggested to me by a friend in rural Missouri who lived in an old Sears and Roebuck house—a Victorian beauty without a lick of insulation—that old houses keep cool all summer because they have not yet completely thawed from winter. Like that old house retaining winter, I would like to… Continue reading Summer remembered
Poem to a wren
Wens never listen, brave headstrong wrens. Continue reading Poem to a wren