fourth floor balcony // a pair of redwood hanging baskets // in June two wild doves flew in // and built a nest in one basket // in which mama laid her eggs // the apartment tenant forgot about her once // while watering the plants // only to have her emerge screeching // wings …
When I realized the thing might be chasing me, I ducked into a small courtyard. The light was dim. A sticky smell sweetened the air. It wasn’t long before it rolled right by without paying me any attention. Yep, exactly. But it wasn’t just any donut. I mean, yes and no. Your basic chocolate glazed, …
If I’d known Robert Mueller lived in the neighborhood, my wife, Kat, and I would never have bought this place. Seduced by the real estate agent, who told us that this quiet cul-de-sac was populated by a “bunch of bureaucrats and lawyers” I thought I’d found hog heaven. As a writer, I need peace and …
Burnt Pine 