Poetry
What would Virginia do? (An overdue ode to the Cascade River in Spring)
sepia swirls over mocking white foam conifers dance and bubbles beckon what would Virginia do?...
Just enough
they knew just enough enough to be dangerous dangerous in ways that left others unsettled...
ode to a house finch
your dainty redhead turning this way and that attentive and attuned ready to fly...