This morning as I pulled the flagpole out of the old butter churn where it resides most of the year my memories retreated fifty years back, lying on a grass bank behind Jadwin…

A beautiful young man in black shorts and black tank top sailed up in his new shiny-clean black sports car to fill up at Johnny’s. His hair matched his outfit and he was…

The closed door opens and fruit petals snow in the cold spring wind. Blooming violets shadow the straining green lawn. Sleep-bidden double daffs nod their heads where no congregants gather and the lifeless…

I leashed Emma for her evening walk and we headed out for a circuit around the block. It was still quite warm and there was an unusual number of speeding cars to avoid.…