Barbara Crooker

White-throated sparrows dart in and out of the hedgerow, their sweet long notes rising above…

The amaryllis bulb, dumb as dirt, inert, how can anything spring from this clod, this…

of a life that’s as complicated as everyone else’s, struggling for balance, juggling time. The…

This week, the news of the world is bleak, another war grinding on, and all…

This is what life does. It hits you like a stone through the window in…

This was a day when nothing happened, the children went off to school without a…

These are dark times. Rumors of war rise like smoke in the east. Drought widens…

like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges, and something…

I hate milk chocolate, don't want clouds of cream diluting the dark night sky, don't…

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