Someone started a fire in my backyard. It wasn’t obvious at first. It smoldered out of sight among the roots. It burned away the flowers’ vitality. It left in its wake the brittle brown shadows of plants. It climbed slowly, … Continue reading Fire
In the calm, crisp, post-first snowfall air of a rose-tinted autumn evening, after the day’s sun has melted most of the snow away, the river’s surface is so still when reflecting the trees’ bronze-patinaed foliage you’d almost think it was … Continue reading Glass
Staring Out A Window 