Cinnamon Toast, Winter 1954
Toast with zing, cut diagonally, sugar and cinnamon-candy for breakfast.
The Kitchen Remembers My World
Clinging, the kitchen remembers my world in black and white, damn the color.
Mother Mushroom and Her Children
Mom-capped Mom. She’s tired, slumped, surrounded by six little ones.
Steff Rocknak
The first sculpture that I made on my own was small and was carved from an old railroad tie.
Review: How to Survive the Apocalypse
How to Survive the Apocalypse is filled with strength and resilience.
Apiary Aches
Bees love catnip; they go crazy for it; afterward, we drowsed, full of honeyed sweetness like the bees that browse
None of This Had to Happen- Channeling Jane Hirschfield
This did not have to happen. No, none of this had to happen.
Staring at Stars
Homely, lonely night. Venus shines against vacancy.He doesn’t paint the bars that keep him so far from starry