Why the Cottonwood Gave Up Everything for Spring.

  I would like to believe myself a descendant to some wise old bird aware of the terrors of being a poet in his time—or maybe just always consumed by some obsessive work. In his time he would pass up the expediency of machines or the draw of making a family to seek joys in…

Someday, Bearing Precious Fruit

Apple tree Who knew you such an inspiration?   When at some time growing up, you swore you’d never grow up straight   Now you bear the most precious of fruit.

Between Meds and Madness

Yesterday, I called my brother. I thought he was coming up this weekend so I just wanted to check up on him. Since I had him on the phone we got to talking and catching up.  It had been a while. Phone conversations with my brother start with, “how are you?” And with the same,…