Stops Along the Way
She'd bought four peonies, two the same, one to go down by the brook, the rest, she said, to be placed according to my eye…
Plumber’s Crack
"Yeah, they've been selling like hotcakes, not sure why" she quipped, totaling up my bill for peat moss, stove gasket & a pair of navy blue suspenders…
My Brilliant Days
As the brilliant days of October darken, every pink, or purple left in the garden sharpens, to a heart-wrenching point…
Chasing Dragons
Bending to popular demand, my father would sometimes find himself in MacDonald's, awkwardly jingling the change in his pockets, which was a sign of his discomfort…
An Old Baptisia
“Mostly, they're just selling books to each other", said an anonymous source, when asked about the Antiquarian Book Sellers, whose brochure I was fondling…
Ode to Wild Water
It's been a while since the wild water looked like this, but it will again, god willing…
Provisional
Who would have thought this would be happening in the little town of Ripton, but traffic jams do occur…
Willing to Wait
I've learned to use gas pumps without card readers again, like learning to push eight buttons in succession, on a phone that is not, also, a computer …
Party of One
It's not often, but sometimes, I feel compelled to put my face on a post, to let anyone who might care, that I'm here…
My Commute
My commute to work typically includes 1-2 gaps, thankfully these days, not three…
The Ones Who Cared
It's too hot to work but I have an edge to put in, so I push beyond what's comfortable, knowing that I've done it before…