For Now

For Now

I wrote this prose the night we found out about the stricter lockdown.  It seems so long ago now ...
Checkmate

Checkmate

I wish there were a rhythm to my thoughts. I wouldn't mind the bad ones so much if I could pred...
Chain Of Leaves

Chain Of Leaves

A chain of leaves,   Willow vines leading up and up,   Grains of salt caught in the creases...