Last year's last rose of Summer holds on for its life, March's wind's no murmur as it blows with all its might. Nearby, in lea...

With distinct lack of baseball bat or basic knife tool and a mugger in the shopping mall. I'm poised in prime location, I'm wit...

Snowdrops in dresses affirm with their nodding that nature's excesses are about to come knocking. It can't hit fast enough: I...

Quarterhouse to the right, a new year from twelve midnight. Again we'll dance our steps in place then move into the next space. Ladi...

Another year for the elderly tree, its sheen was passed expired, its trunk was close to absentee, its tinsel long retired. As the branch...

I noticed when we heard the bell and someone got the door that it was easy then to tell if the caller had been before. And if we heard the...

Fizz or juice? Kirsch or gin? Water won't be what I'll choose to drink Pissed and pie-eyed, I'll be grand and I'll ignore...

Poor Madrún, we're mourning you and we feel contrite. Not for the death of our best pet but for the sheer delight we've discover...

I explain to my girls that cirrus clouds can be like curls or horses' flyaway tails, that stratus clouds are made like a sheet, a fogg...

Like a knife through my heart is the sight of my husband with a little tart by his side. He thinks I don't know, that he's covered...