It's a little after 6am: the best time of the day, methinks. "It's always darkest before dawn," they say, which is true because even the faintest of grays or blues have yet to outline the treetops. It's when they—the edges of things outside—start to glow that I'll go take care of the donkeys and ducks,... Continue Reading →
i learned today thatsnowflakes can actuallylook like the cob-webpaper projects we usedto make in school. they can sparkle likewhen we glued glitterto them, the excess rainingeverywhere. (everything glistened for weeks after) i was silly to assume thatdoily-esque, unfoldedcrafts represented snowflakeslike one-line, five-pointedstars did the ones above; and I suppose I haveseen pictures of crystalbursts of... Continue Reading →
It’s 3:30 in the afternoon on a clear, late-spring day in Texas which means that it’s painfully bright outside. That’s not to say I’m not grateful for the sunshine, but it’s times like this I wish I’d just go ahead and get myself some prescription sunglasses. In quarantine, I have yet to wear my contacts... Continue Reading →
There once was a patch of sunflowers (10 stems, to be exact) who divvied themselves upon either side of the walkway through a garden. Some said they were oddly placed, but the sun shined strongest right there along that path and as we all know, sunflowers not only need, but love the sunlight. For weeks, the... Continue Reading →
It’s an East Texas downpour out there---the kind where I know that somewhere beyond the endless sheets of rain is a brown barn that inside, must be awfully loud beneath a tin roof, although I can’t see more than a blur of gray and swaying, green smudges that are the swelling leaves of new, spring... Continue Reading →
