Tuesday, September 15, 2020

It may now be autumn

Picked up the key today.
Welcome home.

Sunday, September 13, 2020


Candles are
Romantic because
We understand shadows.
—Jericho Brown, Trojan. 

Wednesday, September 9, 2020


Last night's dream found me sitting at the small wooden table, the mid-morning light falling through the the tall window onto my notebook as I wrote about how many quarter-acres to plant with oats or barley, quinoa and wheat. I was chilly but not cold, and the mug of tea warmed my hand.