by Darcy Wiley | Oct 3, 2013 | A Less Digital Life, Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change
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 | 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 | Jan 6, 2012 | Fireflies, Jam
The night sky was free of clouds The village fields held no fire The people sang their pain out loud There they danced and never tired Off the map and through the mountains I stumbled on that place And found a harvest ripe with stars In the fields of outer space He...