In that dream they came down and the kids ran for them, a spinning set of swings in the air with hats falling from the sky and a big field with the sound of children running to catch them, one… Read More ›
Mondays are best for jazz.
An odd day I didn’t get out until the end of it. Got up early and went to bed early. Both times with the birds coming on. That building arc in the morning you can’t not-hear once it starts, but… Read More ›
This week we all went nuts.
All night long the pitter-patter of rain like microwave popcorn popping in a bag.
A new page on the calendar with its tongue hanging out to either tease or taunt us: our insignificance, a new getting through.
It’s always something, some locust or beetle or “killer bees.”