The Scent of a Single Iris
The scent of a single iris renders me a drunken bee. Indigo edges scallop each white dream. Caterpillar tongues languid...
Azaleas at the Arboretum
Among Azaleas golden yellow, creamy white, and crimson, I seek the nectar of beauty. The blooming trees billow their colors...
The Eyes Have It
My son Dave turns 45 this week. He shares a birthday with my father, Joseph Sartori. Happy Birthday, on both...
Three by Susa in Smoky Blue
Click here for three by Susa: a poem, a photograph, and a nonfiction piece of mine which appeared in the...
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