Even the red shingles chipping and scarred on the roof of the Kangaroo Express mattered once. And, the starry aftermath of insects smashed across the windshield bright in the foreground of sunlight and the weft of fog. And, also, sunlight, … Continue reading
Words of Wisdom
Poems are never made out of 100% good will and good tidings. There is always a little cold wind in a good poem.