A Field Trip
They wandered about the exhibit of the emperor long dead, though, no august history would inhibit boyish thoughts swirling in their heads. So, the whispers and the…
Purple Martins
Return now, with your weightless arabesques. Let your sharp silhouettes pen a cursive script of poetry across a cobalt page of sky. Throw your weightless wonder upon…
On the Last Day of Advent
Evening. Out for the usual walk. The yards are all aglow. Though, amid these patchworks of anticipation, the mind wanders along the shadows in between. In the…
