13 ways to look at war, Killer whales that kill and a refrigerator that will make me happy.
Three Things from the week and a poem channeling Wallace Stevens.
The leaves are almost all gone now. From the trees, that is.
They remain on my lawn.
I spent part of my Saturday afternoon raking them into large piles. If you squinted from across the street it may have looked like I grouped mounds of fire, have mastered the elements.
