Spring is back and Life is here – what will you risk for it?
You find ghosts in the oddest of places. Mine haunted a news page.
Massachusetts springtime, Indiana summer – where am I again?
I’ve seen trees before. I grew up around trees and even had what I would call good relationships with many of them. Call it the famed Midwestern friendliness.
I didn’t give you a story and I didn’t make you up.
A small joke at eternity’s expense.
Insurance is not a poetic thing, but it gives life or death, as surely as the Universe: a great deal smaller, though not less complex.
I don’t know the name, but I know it lies closest to your heart.
I’ll tell you a secret about happy endings.
I miss the summertime of liquid sun