Ow. I felt that. I’d picked up a piece of hand-thrown pottery yesterday. It’s something I do, rescuing pieces that were made with love and skill, and putting them to use. In this case, it was a nice fat little round jug in a pretty cobalt blue with traces of purple glaze. Just what I… Read More Eh, sonny?
I remember Invincibility I remember Eating everything I remember The fear in the eyes when we entered a buffet I remember Inexhaustibility I remember Celebrating every day I remember Three hours sleep was more than enough I remember Fearlessness I remember Walking Tall I remember Winning every fight, every game I remember Romance I remember… Read More Guest Poetry: I Remember