Ideal of a Perfect Cow
I’ve been conferring lately with the box of watercolors, mixing up some little white collage windows on a make-believe universe.
Garland Garland
It’s cold, or maybe just lonely. Distances are shrinking. She strings lights from star to star, pegging down heaven to the immense yawn of prairie. Possibly she imagines a rainbow, somewhere.
Paying it forward
finish what you have promised. It stares at me from the desk shelf at eye-level, a self-inflicted reminder against malingering lassitude. Back in the first month of this year, one January 2011, amidst throes of energetic and wafting new year intention, I made a promise on Facebook to send handmade items out to the ...
