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

Doors

Before the hare, before the hole,before the twisted dream,there was the door, its frame petite,its contents undisclosed. Was she deceived?Did she believe the world beyondwould match its portal’s size? Or was it hopethat made her drink,despite the waistcoat, watch,and steep descent?A rabbit’s warning cry? Too late, I fear, too late. How soon until we wake? … More Doors

Globs and Blobs

Does anyone else’s eye hurt? I hate talking about my writing. I really hate writing synopses, mostly because I’m lousy at it…but there’s a fog outside that seems to be rising out of mounds of melting snow. Does that seem right? A few days ago I tried a gluten free chocolate version of a snack … More Globs and Blobs