Holes in the Theory

His rhythmic strikes,and dawn’s harsh glarearrive at once,a shrill alarm. Relentlessly,he hammers,plumbs,exposing crumbsof wood and grubs. His point is clear: how sharp of himto make it so precisely, at facade’s expense. ©2020 All Rights Reserved

Sticks and Stones

The bunny is staying far from that tree limb. It has the right idea. I look at the ground when I walk, not really what you’re supposed to do. Bad posture, alignment, and all that. But I don’t care. During the summer, I made the mistake of looking up, away from where I was stepping … More Sticks and Stones