Monthly Archives: April 2014
Nightcrawlers
A good, soaking rain, that made the grass and ground spongy underfoot signaled nightcrawlers. bucket of dirt flashlight spotter grabber They emerged from their subterranean tunnels washed out by the deluge looking for worm love. We found them there, sometimes … Continue reading
Bushes
A small stack of thick, twisted, gnarly branches, and a compact pile of evergreen a man high are all there is to show for twenty plus years of growth. It was inherited landscaping we grew tired of after eighteen years … Continue reading
Glass Darkly
That blank stare, What’s your name, honey? I’m Steven, mom, your little pillow, remember? I have a son named Steven. I used to call him my little pillow, because he was a soft and pudgy baby, and would let me … Continue reading
Playing War
When we were little we were cowboys and Indians, gun slingers and quick draws, Gunsmoke and Lone Ranger and in more movies glorifying World War II than I could count. Then along came Vietnam and nightly reports of causalities delivered … Continue reading
Soul of Engines
It was a V-8, 390 Big Block, and it rose slowly, straining at the chain sling we had wrapped around it so painstakingly after an afternoon of unbolting, disconnecting, unplugging, and unhooking anything that could possibly hold it down. There … Continue reading
