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a gift just becausefrom a secret admirer --a mouse at my feet
spontaneity:a hailstorm wrapped in sunshinea gift just because
spreading peace and joynot as easy as spreadingbutter on rye toast
married sixty-five yearsall four of their childrendivorced at least once
always too latewhen i finally discoveri need some help
journeythe essence ofbeing
rain on the roofsuddenly replaced byrobins and sparrows
Sitting at the Greyhound stop, Ian stared at the straggly man stumbling toward him down Storrs Avenue. Even from two hundred yards away, Ian could tell the guy was living in the street. He felt a pang of empathy."Not my problem," he thought, glancing at his phone. 1:47. "Five more minutes and I'm out of Middlebury forever."
brief uninterestingconversation with a strangersends me out the gate
corn pop pop poppingnootch, Bragg's, and garlic powder --must be movie night!
what is your message?the darkness only answerswith whistles and chirps
dragonfly hoversthunderclouds darken the daya raindrop hits me
prophetic words ring falsesilence bounces inside my headopening all doors