New Arrivals

From my mourning deck, each day at dusk I watched her emerge from a dark hollow in the ancient oak. She journeyed across the yard, climbed a sturdy elm, descended again and journeyed toward the park. Odd journey, I thought, why not go straight to the park? One evening she added a new facet to … More New Arrivals

As Is the Nature Of

A perfect blue robin egg sits on my porch, perfect except it’s broken. I fancy the chick is safe in its nest mouth gaping for morsels from mother crying out, grasping life as is the nature of robins. More likely the egg was snatched by a hawk the yolk consumed on the fly, the concentrated nutrients used … More As Is the Nature Of