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 earthR…
- 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…