Wednesday Morning 8 AM

Steaming coffee mugShe leaned wearily against the table in front of the college class, one arm on the podium where her lecture outline dozed, the attendance sheet a thin blanket over her notes. The room settled, notebooks snapped open, and pens rested easily in young hands, skateboards flipped and stashed under desk chairs, backpacks collapsed on the floor. Continue reading

The Wheel Turns

Ready clay on a potter's wheelChad scrunched his brow, tapping the turntable with a desultory forefinger. The sculpture rotated slowly, displaying all its sides, seeming to delight in its own ineffable shimmer and elegance. It almost winked at him, whispering “You don’t get me, do you?”  Continue reading