I romp between what remains and my dark Mother Who squawks and rolls With Elijah’s raging whisper I press a puddle then Wheel into darkness... Read more →

I have a can of fish flakes on The table there. White and square. Parson A half-parson is that fits In my corner Stacked neatly... Read more →

I'm stealing this wonderful painting by Nellie Mae Rowe from the header of one blog and using it as the header of my own blog... Read more →