A Day December 13The constant gravity has become pervasive. Each day I look upwards and watch the birds claw their way into the sky. So I claw my way...
B Day December 12I have few memories of this day. Students came and left like streaks of color seen from a bus window. I am only half awake and Freshman...
Fall means nothing to a tree already dead.Festive yellows and orange. An explosion of red to celebrate the long hibernation of the forest. How long will I stand here and watch...