I prefer a pencil formed from cedar timber, painted, lacquered, imprinted with gold— Half the Pressure, Twice the Speed— a medium that will readily
Two nights ago, as I walked at dusk in my front yard by the low brick wall flanked by two Chinese lanterns, my art
Amid semi-tilled garden plots, rectangles of possibility, however mute, hard, weedy and dried out, seeded with stones, spreading across twenty acres of land, there
Gopher lives in ugly ground once broken for garden now abandoned between fence and shed. One puff- and-blow day I stop to watch him