You and I and We
We praise the skill of the athlete, the hyper-drive of human limbs, the physiology of will, the suffering to win. We admire the minds that debone matter, with t...
We praise the skill of the athlete, the hyper-drive of human limbs, the physiology of will, the suffering to win. We admire the minds that debone matter, with t...
The skin beneath my chin, is loosening. GraduallyI am changing into a memory. Still, above me, a cherry tree is blossoming.So many tiny pink explosions, left in...
For a string of years, near the beginning of March, Deb and I would pack up and go to Whidbey Island. It was a way to shake off winter’s habits—habits of ...
Keyhole for my mother and father, now gone, and still here You know how light comes through a keyhole,how it fans out into a dark room,and how the dust motes da...