“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
Sometimes I feel wretched when I write, I bellow into the empty room, “I’m not going to take it anymore.” Larry leans in the door, “Are you returning something to Amazon?” Is he kidding, “go away.” I reconsider, “and bring me some warm coffee.” He seems annoyed but complies. This might have something to do […]
I’m knock, knock, knocking on heaven’s door. The view of the lake makes me want to be a better person, the weather softens my rigid interior, and the birds bring my thoughts to loftier places. How can I leave? Who will I be when I return? It is clear to me that the environment, the […]
Living in the Gap 