A flea’s view of the back of a dog. Some dying moss on the side of a log. The green tinged roots would look funny on a lass. Do you think it might be some fountain grass? © Joel Tipple 314
Your name belies your disposition, not hard at all. You started life catching wind on a poorly designed chime. Now you adorn the door to the backyard shed. When you landed here, the shed’s paint was dark gray. Now the paint is peeling and faded, every bit the hue of battleship gray, after the battle. […]
Beware the tines of your march when you come to a fork in the road.