Seems every few years I revisit this old poem/song of mine. It’s a true story. Oh, and the band I was in back in...
Petey loves Platanus wrightii and daydreams of streets lined in huge unruly sycamores. He’s a dreamer. Of course sycamores in the wild are magnificent,...
Well, every year I find the the same male box turtle in a monsoon puddle out by our front gate. A friend asked how...