Today I encountered a street poet, a bald and bearded young man who said he could write a poem on any topic in 10 minutes. Pay what you think the poem is worth. A vintage typewriter loaded with carbon paper sat at the ready. Butterflies for me, a birthday poem[…]
I’m living vicariously through my friends who are now growing Milkweed. My ecosystem should have produced one more generation of Monarch butterflies. But it hasn’t. Only one butterfly has visited in the last few months. It was a female and it did lay eggs, but I never saw a caterpillar. Two friends[…]