the retriever’s snout
my 100,000 miles of veins
a falling branch crashes
my party of one
distant, keeps odd hours. A foreigner, regarded with a mixture of bemused tolerance and mistrust.
the black-throated green warbler
I go for a walk in rain
that should be snow
This is a proverb from some far-away land where the Peter principle does not apply, and only the least competent are entrusted with the most important jobs.
the traditional sauerkraut
salty as tears
it would be useful to have an unblinking third eye to keep track of the sun.
there’s so much less fornication than at the encampment of the saved.