PERIPHERY

The parking lot teems with canopies, surging currents flooding over voices animated with greeting as we totter across the channel, picking through boulders, broken concrete, dogs in tow, luau feet wobbling unsteadily on paddleboards, crescendos of laughter; and off...

Needlepoint

It might as well be my shroud. Confusion of tapestry woven daily in knobbly hues, threads pulled straight when ease marks the course, twisted and frayed when impaired; How many acres of worries it covers! Like prayer beads worn shiny with use, stitched string upon...