by Darcy Wiley | Sep 28, 2012 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Jam
I pivot the tiny screen on its hinges and almost slam it away in the ceiling of the minivan. “Don’t even ask,” I tell them, “we’re keeping our eyes on the real world today.” I’m lecturing by now, a woman with a diatribe, “There’s so much beauty around us….” A...
by Darcy Wiley | Aug 28, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Sweet Tea
The dock stands awkward like a kid in high school swim class, skinny legs and tan lines showing. Our little ones sprawl from the diving board into muddy water and go airborne off slides that jut out three feet above the surface. Even toward autumn, the lake feels the...
by Darcy Wiley | Aug 2, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers
I don’t know why it has taken me so long to put my feet back to the pedals. My friend’s bicycle has been resting on its kickstand in the garage waiting for me to get the brakes fixed. Two other hand-me-downs hang from the ceiling with nothing wrong but flat tires. But...
by Darcy Wiley | Jul 29, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Gift from the Sea ~ Summer Book Club 2012, Pocket Change
When we packed for the beach, we didn’t know whether to take our swimsuits or our hazmat suits. We tracked ocean currents on the web, watched the news and called Gulf Coast locals to see if we should even come. I remembered years ago how I found globs of oil...
by Darcy Wiley | Jul 25, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change
Crumbly leaf, rough bark, helicopter seed. We filled our bag with bits of nature. All our friends around us did the same, racing to check off finds on the list. Farah staggered down stair-stepped roots to the creek, looking for one last thing, a shell. There, a...
by Darcy Wiley | Jun 27, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pencils & Pens, Pocket Change
I nestle into my quiet spot on the balcony. My book and pencil are invited, as usual. Graphite settles into grooves in the margins of bound paper, all these pages made from former branches cut from the trunk and given new purpose. Skinny trees along my property line...