Folding new socks and thinking of the months I lived in my car. The cold of a new winter beginning. The thrift shop blanket I switched the tag on to save a fiver. Enough for food from a sunset to the next. Some days all at once. Others with nibbles through the hours.   My drawer is full. Full of new socks. I am unable to imagine a simpler symbol of my riches. And the drawer pulls adjacent to another. And there are four more drawers overflowing with abundance. The ease of my m

They call it an hour gained but it all feels irretrievably lost. The Moon near full took precedence. Bluing no evidence there had ever been a summer.   The Dark Hour is the beginning of Winter in my mind. Calendric precision aside, the reversal of time turns my season cold from warm. The jet lag first week of a morning brain dawning in confused ache. The evening commute burned into a night grind of near midnight feel filled with head-on headlights refraction.   October ghosts

In the full of the field of ripened Sweet Charlies I kissed her.   Pick-your-own strawberry season in Hampton Roads is a short, lip sweet...

A cultural escape from culture. Culture is hard to find in our little big town. Strange, considering we have a funded district dedicated...

In the blue. My reflection. Without stillness. Hard edges blurred. Moving in the light. The light so brilliant bright. With back...

The smell of humid soaked cypress and loblolly. A pileated drills. The softwood spine of a hundred-foot pine offers the meal. Threads of...

The drip in the laundry ticks a slower time. I wonder where the water is going while watching sugar ants soldier march counter to sink...

As spring begins its reign there comes a time for the first warm hard rain. I toast the solstice. Celebrate transition. Watch the yard...

With a hind muscle leap from the loveseat the chase was on. Two romps across the area rug and then the clapper claw of scrambling paws...

The sky on fire was a sure prompt for feeling small. In the dark of the new Moon, bundled against the last of autumn’s chill, we chaise...

Instead of the rush for spring, I choose to linger in these last hours of winter. In the splash-colored backdrop of daffodil and tulip...

Thoughts of family, belonging, and boundary The rain falls easy thick on the last day of December. I am warmed with coffee and the...

It is the solstice and Winter enters with expected calm. And my neck is sometimes stiff from tilting my face towards the southern sun. In...

I wrote a book. Then I self-published the book. These are two very different things, with few crossover skills. The process took much...