Change

Our sparrows did not return this year. Their little brown house is empty and still. Only the wind shakes it now. Last year at this time they were busy caring for their young. She, flying off to find food, and he, standing guard outside, darting off when she returned. I wonder about them, the generations … More Change

Fetish

I spend most of every Sunday with crossword puzzles. Our local paper has three of them, with different levels of difficulty. After solving the Jumble and Sudoku, which I consider a warm-ups for my brain, I tackle the mid-level crossword, because it’s the shortest, then move on to the difficult one. By day’s end, I’ve … More Fetish

Hodgepodge

I was looking for a painting, an abstract really, to explain my weeks of absence. None of them were messy enough. Not even Pollock’s. So I started paging through pointillists, and surrealists, and vast scenes of hunts and portraits of serious men at serious undertakings and found my attention straying to the barking dog next … More Hodgepodge