Backward Reading

With a blog you read backward, through the archives, so there's a backward narrative. I try to be truthful but the farther back I read the more the writing seems fictive, self serving, the more my ignorance of time described embarrasses me; There isn't much more wisdom in hindsight than in hope I think sometimes.…

Sore Paw

The spring came early that year. In open places the snow  melted before the equinox. Spring came slow too. There were no flood warnings on the local radio. The frost heaved the sidewalks and tarmac and they subsided, were dusty and dry before the ditches ran off the meltwater and debris. After a few warm…