Catherine
I’ve set up camp I’ve made my fire I’ve grinned a smug grin hiding my sheepishness with each wave of forest damp each whiff of campfire eagerness I am reminded we humans are awkward creatures... More »
Catherine
with glassy eyed wonder I sit cross legged, stretching limply in silly just-waking dishevelment my hair a burlesque, second act glasses askew, but you know morning is always good always, always, always (yes, always) I... More »
Catherine
a match strikes with a snap and a hiss a burst of flame, small and perfect elemental combustion magnetic, hypnotic wood, flame, smoke and sulfur solid to gas, heat and light sudden and momentary encouraging... More »
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June 2009 
