Category: New Zealand

Sorts of Somethings

What is it that I have? I have nothing, really, if one counts somethings as one counts apples plumping in a tree or pine cones in the outdoor slippers or little birdie heads that pop up and down on nests made of the dog hair brushed out of Lila this morning on the back porch; as if something is something that simply fits and … Read More Sorts of Somethings