I did not know her, but only a little time threw us to different worlds. Her power lay not where it might strike you; in her shining eyes, ...

Vacant sculpture One careful owner Feeds the birds.

And, the last straw;  a glowing, bright-yellow, siskin pounces and walks the peanut feeders, in luminous streaks, showing off his abundant h...

Non vascular, slow-moving, creeping coloniser, brooding before taking action, ever changing, ever fractal. Save the water, save the sower; l...

Dressing up, dancing, drawing, or maybe none of those things. She might have loved picking daisies, and making chains of bracelets and rings...

Mrs. Twomey chalked on the board, a crude fish with a frowny face, and little lines for the water flow. She taught geography, often replaced...

I saw a chilling photo: Bashar al-Assad at the bedside of an earthquake survivor; maybe also of gas, and/or air strikes. I can't help bu...

There were two of us on Main Street (a misleading name, that might be more appropriately called Only Thoroughfare). She walked a little ahea...

To find Ireland the globe was turned. She sounded out Russia, and expressed how it upset her about it invading Ukraine, and how it has so mu...

That romantic notion of planting our own garden became so Trojan and arduous that we lost heart. I wonder now what daily chores kept us from...