delighted the summer heat is slipping nervous it’s late August when the memories of school “prison” still return a half century later I...

the first rays of Monday’s sun dry heavy wings mud shovels lay encrusted on the grass as backs and arms rest in the bright light...

like I would seeing an old friend or a giant cloud passing over a hot day as if they’re a cute dog trick or a hotdog after the mustard...

haven’t made bread in 40 years haven’t had a hurricane in 80 it’s a Greek bread kneaded with lots of olive oil my sandbags look like...

Ten years old, I slip on a weak limb, the two-story fall broken by branches before bushes, the kids run for help, my dad scoops me up,...

when you get older if it’s not habitual it’s forgettable

the most dangerous occurrence in the back of my house are the hummingbird chases pedal-to-the-metal pursuits without the squealing tires...

among shadows sunrise is the moment the church’s can visit the rectory next door while the old maple’s slides over for a chat with its...

bats don’t see the schools of rising insects but hear the dinner bell of dusk then a feeding frenzy in sharp banks and deadly turns...