A lady at the Weight Watcher’s meeting in my town I did not know (but that is not saying very much because I do not know anyone there) said that she had cooked “fiddleheads” last week in response to the … Read the rest
Rainy Day Shackles
It’s Sunday and thunderstorm and flash flood warnings are on the radar. I enter another world with my camera.
No droning certitudes of opinions passing through my airwaves here, only the faraway concussion of thunder and irritated bees dive bombing … Read the rest
Dill Love
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