A Brief For The Defense

A white flowering tree pirouetting, dancing, in the rising wind and closing skies before a spring storm. Slowly coming apart in shivers of g...

First day of clearness after an interminable week of rain. Boots and a dress and a gracious plain of a face recalling wheat, toeing the thre...

Early springtime in Philadelphia and it rains. Flat and dour liquid pewter. (experience suggests some nostalgia lurks within, a thread to yo...

Picking up sticks in the drizzle. An odd job. Heavier stuff, precipitate. slant sheet slate. Listening to the rain tattle on tin Whispering ...

Hass speaks so plainly of love, of love. It is, of course, the gift of experience, the language of time, and age. Wisdom, we might call such...

Lolling in a boat in the middle of a lake. No wind so the water is still, painted with light. The falling sky reflected back onto itself. No...