The mist falls all night
all day a gray sky
each green needle
each red berry
each stone
each twig
encased
like
Venetian
millefiore
in a Victorian
paperweight
missing only
the outer globe
of a stark blue sky
shaking sugar white snow
over sun glistened ice
and a snow-day child
gazing upward
outward
beyond
the glass
at myself.
100 Day Project 2026
Here are the first eight days of my project. (Tip: You can click on the pix to see details.) I've been printing out little sets of writi...
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I am waiting for you. Where do you wait? In Florida with retirees? South along the Gulf of Mexico? All the way home to sunny Mexico? Is anyo...
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