I have recently seen references to finals all over Twitter and other social media. It is that time of year, but one I became significantly distanced from in my later years of grad school. When your only credit hours are … Continue reading Undergrad Memories
The Fence and the Vine Along a lane between two fields there is a barbed wire fence, and on this fence a vine ‘twines ’round and ’round and imitates the twisted metal, green on rusted black. The fence supports the … Continue reading Experiments in Writing – Prose Poetry
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
On my back I see the elite of the forest, a select scattering of eye-catching sun-dappled green on blue, supported beneath by dark, anonymous branches. I sit up and my view scrolls to see branches merge into trunks overshadowed by … Continue reading Metaphor
Staring Out A Window 