It’s hot outside. Not hot like Alabama Or any of the deepsouth But in the Minnesota summer sun, the warmth brings solace on this sleepy afternoon. I am on the … Continue reading A Summer tune on Father’s day (Poem)
The wrapping paper, all ripped from the packaging is strewn on the couch and the floor. The bows have oddly landed on Christmas tree branches, the cat and the carpet. … Continue reading My Christmas Sofa.