Kathy A. BradleyMar 28, 2020Meeting In The MiddleIf I am still and quiet I can hear spring. Bees, fat like overstuffed cigars, are humming over the shrubbery. The wind chimes are ringing...
Kathy A. BradleyMar 15, 2020Mortar Boards and Floating NamesThe sky was a turbulent gray – low-lying clouds of various sizes teasing each other, rushing forward and falling back. The wind was...
Kathy A. BradleyMar 1, 2020Rain TalesWeek One of the Rain: The pond at the crossroads breaches its banks and rushes across the road creating a canal a couple of feet wide...