- Welcome to tinywords 16.1
- leaving…
- full moon…
- a river’s song…
- Easter Sunday…
- grace . . .…
- strawberries……
- wildflowers . . .…
- silently…
- late show on TV—…
- as if…
- D.C. metro…
- spinning…
- small town where I grew up…
- sepia tones…
- family reunion…
- old friends . . .…
- visitor sign-in…
- hospice bed…
- Illustrator…
- snow on mars tonight earth’s…
- drifting stars…
- lightning then thunder…
- mirage…
- old pond…
- pear blossoms…
- finally at peace…
- falling behind…
- adopted –…
- a few ducks for company the lo…
- Caribbean cruise…
- king sized bed…
- thunder in the middle of his d…
- all day rain…
- Writing is Like Fishing, Which…
- paper dolls —…
- conversation with my daughter…
- all the kids…
- passwords…
- family reunion —…
- kneading flour–…
- plates clinking…
- a few words…
- living alone…
- winter light…
- so much expected…
- Piazza San Marco…
- sugar snow…
- winter winds……
- Slow-falling snowflakes…
- mushroom cloud…
- ruined mansion…
- in the pond…
- all hallows’ eve…
- age…
- old vagrant his ring of sparro…
- old journal…
- midday sun…
- seed catalog…
- landscape…
- out of silence the piccolo pla…
- drowsy afternoon……
- turning page 238 wakes the cat…
- Orion’s belt…
- haiga
- coffeehouse……
- drinking tea…
- working overtime…
- dory crossing…
- just where the sky…
- lilac blossoms…
- budding trees…
- her plait in step with her hip…
- wolf whistle –…
- taking root…
- headphones from one hemisphere…
- thunderheads…
- a dragonfly pausing the wind…
- the bee sting…
- A Week…
- campfire…
- pooling where the creek bends…
- the last trawler…
- evening zephyr —…
- ground swell…
- first stars……
- private beach…
- abandoned beach house…
Issue 16.1
-
Welcome to tinywords 16.1
-
leaving…
-
full moon…
-
a river’s song…
-
Easter Sunday…
-
grace . . .…
-
strawberries……
-
wildflowers . . .…
-
silently…
-
late show on TV—…
-
as if…
-
D.C. metro…
-
spinning…
-
small town where I grew up…
-
sepia tones…
-
family reunion…
-
old friends . . .…
-
visitor sign-in…
-
hospice bed…
-
Illustrator…
-
snow on mars tonight earth’s…
-
drifting stars…
-
lightning then thunder…
-
mirage…
-
old pond…
-
pear blossoms…
-
finally at peace…
-
falling behind…
-
adopted –…
-
a few ducks for company the lo…
-
Caribbean cruise…
-
king sized bed…
-
thunder in the middle of his d…
-
all day rain…
-
Writing is Like Fishing, Which…
-
paper dolls —…
-
conversation with my daughter…
-
all the kids…
-
passwords…
-
family reunion —…
-
kneading flour–…
-
plates clinking…
-
a few words…
-
living alone…
-
winter light…
-
so much expected…
-
Piazza San Marco…
-
sugar snow…
-
winter winds……
-
Slow-falling snowflakes…
-
mushroom cloud…
-
ruined mansion…
-
in the pond…
-
all hallows’ eve…
-
age…
-
old vagrant his ring of sparro…
-
old journal…
-
midday sun…
-
seed catalog…
-
landscape…
-
out of silence the piccolo pla…
-
drowsy afternoon……
-
turning page 238 wakes the cat…
-
Orion’s belt…
-
haiga
-
coffeehouse……
-
drinking tea…
-
working overtime…
-
dory crossing…
-
just where the sky…
-
lilac blossoms…
-
budding trees…
-
her plait in step with her hip…
-
wolf whistle –…
-
taking root…
-
headphones from one hemisphere…
-
thunderheads…
-
a dragonfly pausing the wind…
-
the bee sting…
-
A Week…
-
campfire…
-
pooling where the creek bends…
-
the last trawler…
-
evening zephyr —…
-
ground swell…
-
first stars……
-
private beach…
-
abandoned beach house…