Here and Now
My limbs – splayed at the top, crossed at the bottom – a firm but boneless contrast to his wrapped-over-mine tension of form – accept the broad muted brushtrokes… Read more »
Tag: Summer
Surreal
That’s how the memory of summer feels. I can’t wait to shed the layers imposed by these monochrome winter days and once more seek the heat of summer delights. .
I have occasionally been known to take a suggestion.
I am enamored with my ties. They just speak to… Possibility. . Don’t you think?
Drought
The temperature is climbing already this morning, in a hurry to reach its high. Smotch is outside being a Good Steward Of The Land, and I am… Not. I sit… Read more »