Monthly Archives: February 2013

Ask your body what to do with blue sky but your body is not keeper of blues. Right down to the marrow it’s reds, yellows with orders to chew, tear through. Dare not taste. Swallow don’t bask in sweet or … Continue reading →

You are in the winter of the Southern states hands soft from no chore to callous, kissing those houses you built for the martins or was it the swallows, one or the other sounding shrill and unpleasant, each with its … Continue reading →