Behind cuteness, a child sees clearly what adults smirk at. Oversize heads dangle down arms. Each “my” is either an opportunity or a misunderstanding about what can… Read more “my(ha)nd”

For most of my life, I occasionally pretended toward a Fire Ceremony to sanctify the phenomenon of burning. Like many momentous things considered commonplace, fires were merely… Read more “A(we)LL”

At the Sound of Orient underneath an Osprey nest walked a seeker in rounded stones looking for shattered glass polished smooth by waves rolled over and over… Read more “Ailenor”