Gun Season
Stay low, deer, stay low
Rifles, orange vests—not friends
Just get through the week.
Best Decision I Ever Made
His hand is so warm
Comforting and sure in mine
We’re still newlyweds.
So Much More Than Art
The creative pulse
That steady beat within us
It’s why we’re still here.
Time Suspended
I walk in half-light
Between day’s promise, night’s rest
The place where dreams live.
Invisible, Sort Of
I needn’t see deer
To remember they’re still here
Their hoof prints suffice.