NaPoWriMo#26 Song Thrush Spicket

Bird song through open windowwell before dawn,a dripping faucet song. He rests on rotting boughseat for morning’s leaky spout;his throat…

Stories Written In Chalk

Draw a box,hopscotch,tippy toes,count and hop.This spring,my son’s Titanic sinksin the concrete sea.Impressionistic flowers,daughter’s rainbow fingersarch with belief.I raise my…

How Can You Do it Alone?

Flashback Track Friday #65 asks listeners to take the title from a track on The Who’s Face Dances and turn…