Thursday, November 17, 2016


Sometimes what I need to do is look up after looking down from the weight of the past week.

That big ol' supermoon is buttercream yellow, low in the eastern sky above the hills, with a stripe of a cloud veil to mimic Saturn, and with her top lopped off in a hazy line.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

8 Nov 2016

As people watch in horror, I'm thinking about what the domestic abuse count will be tonight.