Laying under a tree on a hot summer eve with the solstice sun still hanging in the deep, blue sky. I squirm on the grass until the...

I. I always wanted thin, delicate arms. The ones that were meant for cascading down harp strings, alighting over piano keys, pirouetting...

Days so still, life freezes; time unwinds. Mist hangs like each breath suspended in winter’s air. Gray clouds obscure yellow light...