Month: August 2015

There, by the scented orange blossom, the hovering  bumble bee stretches and snaps Sir Isaac Newton’s law. Agog in the summer air and the content of its flow, that single … Continue reading A Scent

In the hollow of summer, sun pours down into sidewalk cracks, shores up gold- helmeted soldiers for urban turf warfare, where idylls of sameness drive mowers that cut the poor … Continue reading Dandelion Wars