She sleeps Head on the window sill. Better to feel the promised rain, the night air, Hear the crickets, the bark of a dog. Do es she see...

Formless, I drift on a caravan of memories. Timeless, I wait for the present to take form. Shadowed shapes surround me. Drawn to the...

The bright shining light of a morning sun falls upon her shoulders. She coaxes greens and dandelion from the springtime garden. The...

Sissy stands in ankle-high grass, her back to the hill, her arms raised regally above her chestnut hair. Down-field, by the creek, her...