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...
by Darcy Wiley | May 21, 2012 | Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
My husband may as well have been driving us through the construction lane, dodging orange barrels and steamrollers, quaking the tires over unfinished asphalt, and slamming the brakes every 30 seconds, because that’s what my brain felt like it was doing with the...