weeds in high places the talk about gun control just talk

blank check grief is a debt that's never paid in full

crows crowing I shall not sleep past a certain hour

Year of the Gnats


july heat my budget down the drain with the plumbing bill

year of the gnats and other small uprisings

at the intersection of rain and cooler weather

faces I recognize in the wild clover

brush and bramble the political savvy of bloodsucking ticks

birthday wish I want a new president

progress and regress our time narrows

the bluebird's creed sing no matter how short the flight

garden club the daylilies meet by the roadside

summer territory the drones of cottonwood drifting by

solstice the floodwaters regain their strength

red wasp in the house my anxiety level ramps up a notch

rush hour traffic vultures circling overhead

firefly hitting the windshield how many die like this