Monthly Archives: August 2017
Walking Down Patchouli Avenue
Walking home then after the movie and symphony and cicadas. We almost missed our stop. The conductor or loudspeaker did not announce them. How is anyone supposed to know when to get off? What do you do if you are … Continue reading
When Your Roommate is a Hummingbird
You might find me weeping today in the garden. Today, on a day of immeasurable beauty. No man or woman or child has ever seen, made, or been to such a place. It started last night after coming home from … Continue reading