The man remembers the boy
The boy is skinny, big-eyed, big-eared, likes being outside. He is attentive to little shifts of light, of colour, of wind, of harmonies in prairie grasses. He ...
The boy is skinny, big-eyed, big-eared, likes being outside. He is attentive to little shifts of light, of colour, of wind, of harmonies in prairie grasses. He ...
There Are No Small Moments, my first chapbook, has just been published by THE RASP AND THE WINE. You can order it here by following this link. Or if you wish, d...
I would like to be able to show you how a bird at dawn flew past my window and how by that simple act my heart opened like a flower. Was it the light perhaps? T...
Three Sisters Creek Rocks like flung rosaries,water like sparkling wine,white between willows,and bluebells,and the sun shattering through ...