sun at eye levelwalking into the morning,I think back to lightbulbswho get all the pressglowing attention away.yet a field of seeded dandelionsblaze beaming through themwhite on fire meetstretched wing feathers arch-gliding through my eye line,then glow and jet to branch pedestal.nature musesas dead rocks in concrete flashand wet tin barn roof sparkles,no longer corroded.hope bursts,…

Her little head can’t quite keep with the pace as the firework blasts up and up and up.  Her eyes settle on the splash of color contrasting the black sky.  Not looking quite happy or scared, she reclines right past my elbow into awe.  She looks more like one working a math problem than a…

Worlds of Fun was Worlds of Not-Fun for me as a kid.  A bit of a chicken, the roller-coasters terrified me and left me green.  I knew this, but not going along with friends, who always ran to get in line, was even scarier.  So I went, got scared, rode the rides, felt like crap…

I never talk to people on planes.  So, I’m not sure why–in my invigor-zausted state–I struck up a conversation on my flight home after four days at the ISTE conference in San Antonio.  I hadn’t given the guy in my row a second thought, other than noticing his blue polo.  It wasn’t until he grabbed…

Waiting for my flight, I found it hard not to stare; people watching is my guilty pleasure.  The jumble didn’t seem to have anything in common other than their destination.  A team of soccer players threw cards around in a circle.  A cowboy propped his hat to cover his arms as he crossed his arms…