Sunrise, January First, 2020

Sunrise, January First, 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

  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...
Nightride

Nightride

  This piece first appeared August 2018 in Nr.39 of International Sidecar Traveller   The sun has already set when I reach Lost Lake Road. I pass through Dee as the light fades away. The old school house looms at the corner, then it is gone. I turn south,...
Brittle Bright

Brittle Bright

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...