Midnight wings unfurl into updrafts of spirit. Does seed fear the ground? Waves the sea? A dog barks in a […]
PEDICURE
Morning in the nail shop, two Vietnamese women and I hear a man’s voice drawl “I want a pedicure, that’s […]
SHEPHERDESS
She fell like seed on good ground – giving herself as final gift to land she’d walked and worked for […]
WARRIOR
Without leathers, he’s but a man Irish face, tan, thick waist. But garbed in medals, head-rag, boots, he’s Genghis, Grant, […]
HARD GRACE
Hair like liquid onyx falls past her face while she works over the fingers of her customers. Her skill is […]
