I don’t know what these things are called. I knew, but I forgot. Oh, yeah, agnolotti. Whatever. I bought them at the store. They were filled with mushrooms, which yum. I had some black beans and corn left over from something. Fried up some mushrooms…
This is the next-to-the-last post for Deal Me In 2018. So what do you think? Should I sign up for 2019? Are you tired or uninterested in the short stories I read, or shall I keep posting this category? As for this week, I turned…
A Year in Haiku Spikes of bronze grass lie beneath the snow, concealed to pierce the heart of Spring. Hummingbirds duel fiercely over the feeder – dual Cyranos. Full moon in the trees, why do you diminish when you rise above Earth? On a snow-lapped…
