Gallop apace you fiery-footed steeds.
If love be bling, I mean blind, it best agrees with night.
Romeo?
He’s dead.
Shame, really.
But, you saw it coming, no?
Juliet begging to learn how to lose a winning match was a … Read the rest
On the Way To Being Blue
On the way to being a blue hydrangea, this plant looks like this.
On my way to being blue?
I don’t look this good.
In fact, most transitions don’t hang well on my frame.
But, once there, wherever “there” is, … Read the rest
Calling Bin Laden
“You’re not going to call Bin Laden, are you?”
I asked him as I walked to my car early yesterday morning from the water’s edge.
I was taking photos of my Queen Anne’s Lace by the pond and he was … Read the rest