Diane Raptosh's poem immediately brought this piece to mind--if she can talk to her unborn grandchild, then I can share…
This editor has been practicing "sheltering in place" for a couple of months, owing to a hamstring injury (which is…
Cluxewe Late October, the rains come, just as the maples turn yellow, the alders brown. The creek swells, deepens its…
Unforseeable --Remember that one grain of grit can ruin  a whole dish—Katherine Anne Porter Sometimes an otherwise fine Greek meal…
The Owl Counter --for Jim Holyan The owl counter walks the forest edge, his silent boots slide from stump to…
Winter Fog in High Desert Frigid foggy fingers creep in moonlight. Tendrils coalesce, enshroud, then tatter, Spreading through the silent,…
Red There used to be a few compliments about the lovely complexion and more gentle teasing about blushing and several…
Perfect Touch Even now you are mine, the scent of you permeates our sheets. This very minute you could walk…