He startles and flies—
but for a moment, a pool of warmth,
a pool of stillnesss, for a moment

He startles and flies—
but for a moment, a pool of warmth,
a pool of stillnesss, for a moment
by Peter Grandbois What I am trying to say is that long ago I walked into a field. What I mean is that long ago I had a choice. Or…
by Janice L. Freytag I watch the sparrows so many this yearplay in the lady’s thumb weeds,flitting up to landon the pink florets, ridinggravity down to the…