Month: July 2010
Drops of Blood
Walking home. There are drops of blood on the sidewalk. Black-red, the size of quarters, edges serrated, like they were cut out with a fish knife. I follow. The...
This July Afternoon – Wendy Morton
I notice a robin in the garden with a gooseberry in its beak and run to the house for the chipped blue colander that I’ve had for 30 years. It serves me ...
My education
The morning rumoured more rain, but by noon a breeze came up, the sky cleared, and the sun reached me through the trees. I took down a poplar that was sick at t...