Silent Sunday
Why Comparing Yourself to Other Writers Doesn’t Make Sense
If you’re a writer, I think you’ll agree: This is terrific!!
the wait
the ache for beauty
whence comes
spring to rescue us all?
so begins the end—
hosta spears peek
through the debris
of winter’s last gasp
Wordless Wednesday
comes a moment
the end of February
I’m thinking of cicadas
do they wait for me?
i wish it were not so
there is no hurt
like the pain
a family can inflict
it must be innate
puppy pulls on his leash
how does he know
I’ll follow him anywhere?
the wide, wide universe
orca, eider, penguin
88 keys on a piano
millions upon millions
of us, all on one small dot
Wordless Wednesday
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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