I. The things we once loved, the cracked and tarnished, the black pumps with the broken heel, cane chair unraveled, nicked Mason jars. Trash must be double-bagged though the sign doesn’t say why. The half-lives of plastic. We recycle, we have a compost bin loved by bears. We have a way of letting things go. […]
“Moon Night” by Leanne Kutzer-Gregg
September 3, 2012 by 4 Comments
Do you ever have moments when you remember vividly driving down dark country roads in the middle of a summer night? Windows down. Radio on. All alone. Just you and the moon and stars. You pass the neighbor’s tiny retention pond and see the reflection of the moon and the stars and desperately want to sit on the […]
