Pigeons

Common pigeons coo under the eaves just outside my window above the balcony I like to call them rock doves their more sophisticated name it makes my bird-watching sound more serious In listening to the pigeons you’d think they never leave but a more careful observer sees families transient they make their home only for……

Singing to the Plants

The leaves stretch towards the window, yearning for the sun, their backs exposed to the dark. I turn the plant backwards, encouraging the plant to grow evenly, and so its back can be free of its fear of the dark. I pressed my finger into the soil, but instead of a sponginess, my fingertip burrows……

The Land of Childhood

The morning smells of dew soaking the grass and dirt. It’s a fresh, hopeful scent. The sun casts shades of pink and oranges into the faces of the dew. It peeks through the canopy, trees parting only for the lake and the sun. The sun rises on my right, the deep forest in front of……