March 2, 2026
They plant their seeds in the iron rich red soil, drop bait in emerald blue water; these faithful stewards live to fish and farm.
October 5, 2024
I can imagine myself as anyone or anything embracing weeds as well as peonies, letting them simmer with contemplation
September 9, 2024
Sometimes he shows me off, making friends for us wherever we go. When I have to be without him, he will look at me, as if asking: “Must you really?”