Temporary Beauty
I plucked a rose oncefrom a gardenwithout permissionslicing it quicklyfrom the stemwith my jacknifeand carried it all dayin my pocketslipping…
Read MoreI plucked a rose oncefrom a gardenwithout permissionslicing it quicklyfrom the stemwith my jacknifeand carried it all dayin my pocketslipping…
Read MoreAhh phobias, wonderful things that stop you dead in your tracks without warning, like that spider hanging from the ceiling…
Read MoreDirty sock – hanginglifeless from the hamper rail,redolent of touch footballon the lawn,or perhaps the lazinessof an 11 year old…
Read MoreFeel the electric, ions charged,swooping down, bending trees,whole,it roars in my ears. I stand, feet planted,and wait for the tiger,to…
Read MoreWho doesn’t love the gentle sound of wind in the trees or the rustling of leaves? I grew up on…
Read MoreWe finally had the chance to launch the new Pelican kayak so while my wife was zooming up and down…
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