Author Archives: crazypalate
prunes and play-doh If it weren’t for the cigar I just finished, there would surely be more to say.
I am 2.5 years old again, sitting in the backmost seat of mom’s van. My watered down apple juice has taken on some of the characteristic taste and smell of the plastic bottle that contains it. The sun through the … Continue reading
Standing on a street corner, I reach out and pinch some delicate spring growth on the fir tree standing beside me. It is a dry, cool day. Last night it rained heavily, cleaning the air. Suddenly, I stuff my nose … Continue reading