Robert Walicki: Wet
Into those warm, wet fields again and again, where we came, pulled by the blur of light, after the last soccer game in the July dark, we walked off … Continue reading
October 9, 2018 · Leave a comment
Michael Gregory: A Walk on Wet Ground
The memory of my country spoils my walk. Thoreau A wet morning. Gray. A little too warm for frost. Grackle and raven having their say. Some time … Continue reading
September 14, 2016 · 3 Comments
