Always this
On the gravel drive, a sleek-skinned slug moving slowly, antennae swiveling about. A bumble bee, flying along side me as I run its wings moving a thousand times faster than my feet. Horses in the pasture, does at the edge of the woods, a new fawn, thrushes, blackbirds on the wire and buttercups by the [...]
certain things keep on in their own fashion without us
I don’t know how to reclaim any kind of balance now and so this is what I do instead: I list the day, one thing after the next. The white herons, a pair, that fly overhead as I drive on a flood closed road, water licking at the front door of a white house the [...]


