Sunrise, January First, 2020

Sunrise, January First, 2020

by | Jan 1, 2020

The rain has paused, but the gusty wind continues to blow water from the naked trees. Two maple seeds helicopter down to a hard splash-landing in the hot tub. Aside from the wind, it is quiet. Even the dogs and the rooster are sleeping in.  
Blackberries

Blackberries

by | Aug 16, 2019

  I am at the side of the trail, eating blackberries just as fast as I can pick them. They stain my fingers red and dissolve in my mouth, this one sweet, that one tart. Thorns tear at my forearms as I reach inside the briars to twist free another berry. The trick...
Brittle Bright

Brittle Bright

by | May 14, 2019

Very early morning, the sky like back lit plate glass. If a bird hit it just right it might shatter into glittering shards of yellow, orange, blue and pink, revealing the infinite beyond.   Brittle Bright  was originally published in vol 1, issue 2 of the Syzygy...

Missed

by | Apr 13, 2019

His glossy flanks glisten in the morning sun. Sleek and shiny, well fed on corn, he runs along the fence line, moving faster than my finger on the trigger. I will see you again after work, Mr....