Poetry in Stride

When I was a kid, I used to sometimes make lunch for myself according to what I thought went with the book I was reading at the time. I suppose it was a way to steep even more in a world I was enjoying. If I’m honest, I still do that sometimes. That aspect of…

Into the Life of Things

From the journal… 8:07 AM On a bench in the Public Gardens, having a late breakfast of an oatcake and coffee.  Both are welcome, and so too the sun.  I love how the morning dew tips each blade of grass with a single prismatic orb…and how it feels like everything, every.thing, has turned its being…