To the  bumbling bee   I obliterated yesterday,    the one who stung me on the heel mercilessly and whose life  I stomped out, an enraged...

Today, He can’t recall Where he got the notion That red ants would not bite him, As if he had some kind of force field or Natural...

Alone atop A desert bluff, Hand shading my eyes, Watching geese do the butterfly Across the sky, so sure of themselves, Heads held high,...