We have an old refrigerator. It’s not stainless steel, French door or bottom freezer but it has an icemaker I never hooked up because I am paranoid about hoses and connections springing leaks. Late at night, I hear this robot…
Sun buffed stunned water Wind-wrapped sail tips boat to edge Race for hot toddy
Snowscape, Cold skate, twirling ice dancer, slides over Perch below. Sun dogs bark, chase her, rolling and tumbling on glossy veneers buffed by northwest gusts. A journey swift, grace filled-breezes quicken each step. She crouches low in a wide sweeping…
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Winter is coming. It’s not cooler nights or the sun falling like a lead weight to the horizon. Nor is it geese signaling high in the air as they barrel south. No, it’s the leaf bags stacked around the house.…
Cool wind sighs blue sky Naked birches lose their leaves Pine embarrassment
Oban – uttered on the bay – cast to the cresting tidal swell. The ferry rests, snug against the seawall, moored lines lashed – unmoving. A draught from the hills pours over the rocks and ruffles the sea’s belly. Kelp…
Pull the covers up grandma. Fall is here. Temperatures are topping out at 50 in the middle of the week and the chimney needs cleaning. Time in the Miata is in short supply. Dairy Queen trips come to an end…
This will not be extended and overwritten. Over time I have known and taught many women who are single, young and raising kids on their own. The men in their lives are not around, by way of death, abandonment, or…
Morning’s path stretches east and glitters off mottled waves, its ascension point drifting south every day. The season passed, the lake green. Fall tips into the air, and drops off its perch in the stars, leaving yellow and red where…