The Lakeside Diner The Lakeside Diner, homemade donuts, no lake, just a pond, slick and thick as the Navy Bean soup offered as a lunch special with a half grilled cheese on the side. We greet each other in the... Continue Reading →
Tethered The grand-babies appeared among us, delivered on the doorstep, wrinkled like little rutabagas. They were new, untouched, plucked fresh from the garden, or wherever they come from, babies. No one knows. They showed up just as I was thinking... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 