I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Perched atop the tall cedar, Peter the squirrel spent the better part of the evening coming to terms with his own smallness. He envisioned himself feeding at the mouth of life's cornucopia with less understanding than a suckling child.