by Deb Farris | Sep 25, 2022 | Musings, Poetry
Red sweatshirt on girl Red winged blackbird flying free Red barge heading out Red roof on beach house Red motorcycle on path Red car passing by Red leaves hang from branch Green leaves turning yellow-orange We all start...
by Deb Farris | Oct 19, 2018 | Memoir, Musings, Poetry
I think the pumpkins are going to make it this year. There must be enough in the neighborhood to keep the squirrels eating courses, traveling from house to house like we’ve always wanted to do ourselves: first course at Winnie’s, second at Connelly’s , third at...
