Photo Challenge: Textures
No way to be useful.
No way to be useful.
Only go as far as the beginning of anxiety and pause…
Pausing at Dusk
I’ve been tinkering with this essay since my Grandfather Horse died five years ago, but it would have been ungrateful to post it then. People were truly kind and part of it was my doing. I wrote a memoir about him, and strangers felt they knew him. Since then, two horses and two donkeys (including … Read more
Editing fear.
Are you doing what you thought you’d be doing at this age?
Canter out.
The price of our words.
Superimposed instant
It’s not that kind of conversation.