March 2015

	Waiting, like a seed in the ground, for new words to sprout.
3.1.2015

	Artesian Expression How to spring words? Drill down past my self to strata overflowing no restriction on the flow just be a pipe
3.2.2015

3.3.2015

	Winter's last horizon
3.4.2015

3.5.2015

	The flower acknowledging the plant
3.6.2015

	Chasing winter away
3.7.2015

	The day I feel Spring is real
3.8.2015

3.9.2015

	new stories inconstant thoughts steady rain a rare regular day
3.10.2015

	Something as simple as the path to the studio free of snow
3.11.2015

3.12.2015

3.13.2015

3.14.2015

3.15.2015

	Inwardly reflecting, patiently allowing possibilities to arise, and staying focused, what novelty resounds from openly sharing?
3.16.2015

	Weeks after hoping it had dissipated, I recognize how a subtle emotion has been coloring my thoughts.
3.17.2015

3.18.2015

	The hawk returned today with a mouse in his talons, the crows guarded their thawed deer carcass, our road softened into mud, and it is almost time to spray the fruit trees and worry about insect queens.
3.19.2015

3.20.2015

	serious doubt on a clear day ordinary freedom
3.21.2015

3.22.2015

	Another castle in the air.
3.23.2015

	Writer's block in the heart
3.24.2015

3.25.2015

	Anticipatory Travel Stress
3.26.2015

	Being away from home is a quick shift to the non-ordinary.
3.27.2015

	Driving, endlessly, seemingly nowhere, layers of Houston
3.28.2015

	Dinner at Mossycup
3.29.2015

	Long drive from Texas to Louisiana
3.30.2015

	Reality and memory experienced simultaneously
3.31.2015