Song Of My S(h)elf

Song Of My Shelf I’d like to convince myself that I’moutside, walking in the woodsbut there’s no forest here in my officeexcept the single stained-glass juniperhanging in the west-facing window. Beneath the juniper, a shallow plastic dishholds a few small stones, some sandand a basking plastic alligator. I’d like to believe I’m not just sitting … Continue reading Song Of My S(h)elf