Monthly Archives: May 2018

Standing shoulder to shoulder on the shoreline cane poles in hand – jellied worms lead weights plastic bobbers In wife-beater shirts and shiftless calico they stand [some sit] urgently fishing for the message hidden in the murky and muddled mass … Continue reading →

One bad apple won’t spoil the whole bunch, girl. From the garden I picked from the tempting tree. The one with a wormhole piercing the skin won’t ruin the other spheres of my life. Peeling back the layers of glossy … Continue reading →

Stuff Clothes Bedding Trinkets Most  used Some broken All unwanted It appears to be Kindness Here – have my castoffs