I open a library book of poems, a mix of earthy and intellectual I’d say, if forced to label the flavor after a few pages. And there she...

Perception “You need to give me some warning next time so I don’t laugh,” I say as we exit the elevator, but you tell me I’ll catch on...

Mountain Lion Trail  It was quiet that morning in the woods – gravel crunching, light casting  hand puppet shadows on the ground through...