My Grammy's house is a place of wonder and comfort. It will always evoke a feeling of limitless possibility while keeping me grounded by showing what was there before me. The big garden, the row of evergreen trees pushing back and back around a sea of dead pine needles. Geese squawking and meeting at last in the tall grass across the way. Bull frogs peeking up from the pond and not letting us seeing them, but making sound enough to let us know they're there. The last trip I

Finally oh, finally, A bed sheet white as ivory. An ideal, easy disguise, Or so it felt at the time. Remy perused the town’s porches, Such sheet-masked misfortune. He’d grown overzealous In pursuit of nougat clusters And jellybean belly-busters. Down McKinley he drifted, All snoot and primly, Free floating under a sheet. A glutton’s compass set To a “Take One” bowl. Remy found treasure, truth be told, Soon to taste fruit taffy folds. He tip toed As his eyes would grow to a ki

Last weekend, I was a vendor at a lovely @PhoeniciaFlea event in Bearsville. It was a ticketed gathering that included a little over a...