How Do I Always Get Here…How Do I Leave?
“one project done, the next begun: all clarity-no haze…”
outrageous, obviously
“one project done, the next begun: all clarity-no haze…”
“We chased the sidewinder, ran with roadrunners. Our feet bled walking empty highways…riding empty boxcars…”
Dreaming of daisies and butterfly gardens, I find myself running thru mazes and tunnels, sure there are blue skies somewhere above ground… How do I get there -Is it safe … Continue reading The Kitchen Drawer, a short story