The January After Turning 65
Two Weeks Before. A frozen morning. Outside, an army of bone white trees. An icy clear sky. Birds pecking at the kitchen window. You say, 'it's only a number' the…
Two Weeks Before. A frozen morning. Outside, an army of bone white trees. An icy clear sky. Birds pecking at the kitchen window. You say, 'it's only a number' the…
Events since Christmas Eve as we move into the void before New Years. Present state of being...reclusive introspection. *Mice. Twenty live-trapped and released. No more clearing counters each night. No…