Poco Allegretto and Found Light
Almost no orchestral works have picked up specific images for me. I’d like to keep them that way. Continue reading Poco Allegretto and Found Light
Almost no orchestral works have picked up specific images for me. I’d like to keep them that way. Continue reading Poco Allegretto and Found Light
Not meaning to leave the party, I’d slipped out not saying goodbye. Continue reading Where I’m Writing From
Few lights of any kind show through the woods, even here on the ranger station side of the highway. Continue reading Camping After Labor Day
The trucks stand curbside at the trunk roads into the neighborhood, white cabs outsized for the white tanks melded to the flatbeds behind them. Continue reading Dog Walking on Pesticide Day
Railings in some places, low parapets in others would complicate, not stop a fall. Mostly there are no railings or parapets. Continue reading This Road May Be Seasonally Closed
In overcast light, no shadows point out how far four o’clock has come from eleven. Continue reading On Gray Saturdays
Sometimes a piece doesn’t need to be different, it needs different readers. Continue reading Rejection in Many Shapes and Colors