Propagation. What a novel concept. I find so much satisfaction in taking what I have, and making more from it. It requires cutting roots and leaves, or burying runners and vines, but it’s always unto a new thing. It’s resourcefulness at its finest. I deeply value the ability to take a little, and make a … Continue reading propogate


It’s cool enough for a light sweater this morning, so I wrap my robe around me, not caring who might see. I’m just giddy for the opportunity to feel chilled, then clothed. Twenty-two summers later, and I still despise Arkansas heat. This Yankee would never survive a mile further south. My blood runs hot and … Continue reading serendipity


I’m already outside before I remember to take deep breaths. Shallow breathing causes my world to constrict and pucker. Everything feels too close, inverted. I pause to suck it up then whistle it away, back to its proper place and perspective. Finally, with a few more exhales, the far-sightedness is better. Now I can at … Continue reading panic


I hear the plop of raindrops hitting giant squash leaves. It’s as if someone is starting a slow clap. Staggered, a few more catch on and then suddenly it collects as a small applause. The sky is dimming; the clouds are being drawn closed like a curtain. The show is about to start. I imagine … Continue reading matinee

Romans 8:28

Raven night, you serve the beacon, hanging a coal canvas for its brilliant beam of hopes to navigate what is lost. Yawning pit, you serve the water well, surrendering the deep that scales its walls to quench my parched soul. Savage sun, you serve the shade tree, beating mercilessly upon it as it casts shadow for … Continue reading Romans 8:28