A Small Price

A Small Price

  The yellow smoke fills the grocery store shelves and swirls past the lone can of peas. ¬†Outside, it blocks the sun and licks the pavement of empty streets.   I sit in my center and watch it eddy around the grimacing eyes the protective masks, the plastic...
One-Winged Moth

One-Winged Moth

I nearly sit on the yellow moth speckled with gray that rests on the patio chair. Sadly, it crawls across the metal, wobbling with its single wing.   Up close I see the dark spot where the second wing once hung.   Oh you poor flightless soul. No longer will...

The Limping Lizard

The lizard limps down the middle of the dirt road. I stop the car, climb out, herd him to the side. He only perseveres back to the center, with a three-legged limp, right front leg held high.   Heart screams, no, poor baby!   He should be lifted on all fours...

The Budding Self

If I could only see myself the way I see my garden‚Ķ   In its fledgling flax and parched penstemon I see graceful limbs and bold blossoms opening to the desert sun.   In the microscopic thyme that barely survived the winter, I see a brave heart. Kneeling to...