The Finest Threads

I. Sunlight sneaksits bobbins throughthe deciduous trees.Stitches needlelace acrossthe open neck of the lake.Willing waters,ready to please,ready to partake.

Granny put my hands in the batter

Granny put my hands in the batter.“Best to mix biscuits with your fingers.”But the squishy bread innardsfelt filthy,damp as drawerswrung … More

Book Title~An Invitation

I recently entered a brevity contest that was great fun. The question: If someone wrote a book about your life, … More