August 11, 2013September 4, 2013 The past is like a great stone that lies on the bed of a river, hidden but shaping the currents of the water Continue reading →
August 10, 2013 I carry it all with me, in the quiet pools and strong currents of my being. Continue reading →
August 9, 2013August 9, 2013 Every hen house needs a cock, but only the special hens can handle more than one. Continue reading →
August 9, 2013 The doctor’s wife ate two apples a day, just to be safe. But her husband kept coming home. Continue reading →
August 3, 2013 I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits. Continue reading →
August 1, 2013 I do things like get in a taxi and say, “The library, and step on it.” Continue reading →
