

You are in the woods and you stumble across a tin box sticking up out of the ground….
Remembering an old friend who died many years ago in the spring 1997 at the old age of…
A suffocating gray; hangs over our heads and covers our hearts. Looking for color; no matter how small…
As I open doors I long ago slammed shut I am encountering parts of myself I was not…
It’ll have to do when you are all out of snozberries!