Mice: A Poem About Calling for Help

August 31, 2018.Reading time 1 minute.

At 300 am, sleep skitters across the room . . .

Water Cries: A Poem for Parched Seasons

August 24, 2018.Reading time 1 minute.

You brought the bucket, I see. And cups . . .

August 17, 2018.Reading time 4 minutes.

The dead mouse lay prone on our sidewalk.

Odd, I thought. Why here? Why didn’t he eat it?

August 10, 2018.Reading time 7 minutes.

I remember that dog fight—exactly a year ago, on another hot August day . . .

August 3, 2018.Reading time 4 minutes.

Choose to be un-offendable?