Dreams vs Reality, or What Yeats and I Have in Common (sort of)

Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, forContinue reading “Dreams vs Reality, or What Yeats and I Have in Common (sort of)”

Carolina Dreaming

I walk along the red clay path past white dogwood blooms. My son spots a black and orange millipede. We stop to watch it cross the path and see a second one on the other side. My children gather rocks and throw them into the creek as I try to capture the splash with my camera. TheContinue reading “Carolina Dreaming”