Please Mr. Bixby.....
Mr. Blacksmith could you please repair my scythe it's the middle of harvest time Mr. Bixby our crops are on your hands please, please...
A day's end note
Barrels dark and light mackerel and pickled herring sperm whale oil it’s so bright and a horn full of rum for this evening sincerely, the...
Still, but not my thoughts
Soft light by the window diffused by the dreary rain the silence of my stillness embraced by the vivid colors of my wandering mind...
Maclura Tinctoria
Dark, reds and yellow the steam rises along the meadow callous charcoaled hands upon the boiling water fustic transformation inside my...
Above and away from the Furrow
Future memories of the past written on a 1 cent sheet of paper by the dim light of the hearth 11 minutes of a different life I’m the...
Stilts and Cider
In between the roads and meadows of a yesterday the sounds of a naked path lives in every step transformes me with images or clay and...
