- nonstop . . .
- leaning on his cane . . .
- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
- virtual friends . . .
- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
- anthology fever . . .
- Throwback . . .
- new moon rising . . .
Category Archives: The Heron’s Nest
perhaps there is a heaven . . . cherry blossoms The Heron’s Nest XVI:3, September 2014 Advertisements
eagle sighting the passing trucker and I share a thumbs-up The Heron’s Nest XVI:2, June 2014
first snow cascading through cedar a woodpecker’s call The Heron’s Nest, vol. XIV, no. 2, June 2012
soapsuds– mother tells me how she’d like to die The Heron’s Nest, vol. XIII, no. 4, December 2011
change of seasons I catch myself talking to the wind The Heron’s Nest, vol. XIII, no. 4, December 2011