absence of birds
i had waited in vain just outside the kitchen door for birds to show up. “there are no birds!” i said as i stepped inside the house. “you have to … Continue reading
April 28, 2013 · Leave a comment
trash picking in the mountains
“it never ends,” i said. “at least we cleaned up one section,” said grandpa.
April 27, 2013 · 4 Comments
"papa," the children call me: musings, vignettes, occasional poems 