Poetry A Riprap On The Slick Rock

True Affluence Is To Not Need Anything.

Walking Is The Exact Balance Between Spirit And Humility.

My Grandmother Standing Wordless Fifteen Minutes Between Rows Of Loganberries, Clippers Poised In Her Hand.

Why Should The Peculiarities Of Human Consciousness Be The Narrow Standard By Which Other Creatures Are Judged?

After Weeks Of Watching The Roof Leak I Fixed It Tonight By Moving A Single Board