After 32 years, it feels like something sacred
Our first house, like a bad suit, never fit the foundation. Gaps beside the basement window casings were revolving doors for mice and a collection of bugs. Bits...
Month: July 2018
Last night in a dream
Last night in a dream, snow, amounts the size of clouds, then there was a railway track, abandoned, spiralling high above our northern town, then I was driving ...
If I were to do it all over again
Let me say this up front, (so as not to bore you with a tidy circular ending to this poem,) that if I were to do it all over again, there’s much I would do just...