Three Haiku

Writers on an oaky hill
Wind sweeps birdsong by
Tiny spider reads the page


This is a Good Story

It’s not very often life hands you a story, fully formed, that begs to be told. A really Good Story. Okay, there are the little stories. Like the time we let a bag of meat rot under our steps.¬†Or when my four-year-old nephew accidentally backed my brother’s truck into a lake. I’m talking about the…