Skeletons of JanuaryOnce so aliveGreen hands and fingers danced against our blue skyMuscular legs beneath uplifted armsShade and sanctuary to the young and old of the airWrens, cardinals, jays, and finchDays of sunshine, ample blue skyNaked toes on soft green carpetMemories buried under winter’s white...

Yesterday’s heavy rain has moved on and this morning cold air has taken its place. The rolling green hills of Ohio reach out to the tree line and the tallest of those trees scrape the cloud bottoms. Heavy grey clouds, laden with the last few...

At fifteen years of age, words with sentiment and grace do not come easily. Like eating green salad with a spoon, it's an awkward exercise for an age group least prepared to express emotion. So it was that my first words to Johnny Romanow stumbled...

Jonathan “To a female Toucan, size matters. These birds we’re listening to are all males. There’s one across the river, one on this papaya tree, the other one is up the mountain side. And somewhere in the forest there’s a lady looking for her guy. The...