River Thoughts

The river thunders, to no applausein particular; rolls along, ripplingand eddying without thoughtor expectation of feedback,though I can’t help but thinkall of nature thrives underan appreciative gaze; We once watched endangeredriver otters cavorting in plain...

Common Ground

I go down burrowing, a badger unearthing for the sake of it, a sort of mining known only to the creature and sometimes the human heart, the latter less willing to surrender its complexities; On the surface doves appear to assert territoriality, the movement stitched...