Bedmate

It's somewhat spring like, Tending to the garden bed, turning overLast seasons dirt with bare hand and trowelRemembering the difference between lettuce and That-which-does-not-belong(I don't have names for them yet) Under fading sunlight the landscape has changed, leaving behind discarded remnants of invasive species

noche ventosa

The wind is doing that thing again, belligerent; howling at my window so loud that the panes rattling bones in cages take notice (then going deathly silent). So at home this (not so) breezy guest finds itself oh so at home amongst the shed doors, latticework spider bolted on the north side. This nonchalant extrovert... Continue Reading →

Morning dew

It's quiet now, just after dark clouds clinging to the ground pulling themselves along by rustling leaves snapping twigs leaving dew drops in their wake these ghostly apparitions fanning across red brick grey concrete dripping on the patchwork lawn I'd never see them leave like they were always there being chased away by the sun

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