Sitting on the back porch, feeling a bit like steamed broccoli. The hot, humid weather is seeping into my pores and washing away toxins, worries, and ..
Jane and her son boarded the subway train and found a seat. It was mid afternoon, and the car was nearly empty. At the next stop, the door opened with..
A locust splits his skin and bursts freeInto a brand new existence.He sits in the tree and sings his song of triumph.From the porch I wait and listenT..