Night in the Poachers’ Camp
I do not know if they are lonely, the great cats. I see the poachers testing the freshness of scat …
I do not know if they are lonely, the great cats. I see the poachers testing the freshness of scat …
A lengthy article but well worth the time… Beneath His Hat by Kathleen Rooney.
I am reblogging this because I like the message and I believe it can apply to anyone regardless of how …
I reblogged this because it is a such a finely written poem…
My Aunt Lily is dead in St. Louis. She was a seamstress. The family is angry and mourning. Aunt Lily …
Strange bird, His song remains secret. He worked and he read, drank a few beers and laughed. There was no …
Winter, I am walking alone. This place is bare but for the fence posts. Gray, splintered wood, a smooth texture …
Outside the great thundering cathedrals of concrete and tarmac, the jets graze on taxiways. They linger, spent by the silence …
Northfield, Minnesota, a flood warning issued at 3 a.m. comes too late for her. Caught on the wrong side of …