
a heron stands tall
at the branch’s end,
as if weightless.

a heron stands tall
at the branch’s end,
as if weightless.



What’s your favorite time of day?
Mornings. I’m a lark. It’s when I’m at my highest energy level.
I prefer to keep my cooking in the realm in which I can wing it without great a risk of disaster. Otherwise, it becomes too much like a science lab, and that’s a lot of pressure.




hill slope trees
like staggering figures:
soon swallowed in fog.