The Chair

The Chair

When he came home later that night, still a little high, still a little angry, he found a window busted, the TV smashed, and his chair, a run down thing that used to be his Ma’s —  nowhere in site.

Sunrise

Sunrise

I could see the sunrise on Tacoma this morning. The volcano best known as Rainier. Snowfields some two hundred miles north were lit peach and pink by the incoming light from a far off star. In between was Loowit. The volcano best known as St. Helens. Moments like that knit… Read More