March 20, 2010 Did I mention I finished my cactus garden a few weeks ago? I don’t think I did.
I took this beat up, decrepit old wooden bucket that was on the side of our house.
And turned it into this.
…and now it’s completely thriving.
The poetry of the earth is never dead. ~John Keats
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars. ~Walt Whitman
 Fool For Love: New Gay Fiction. R.D. Cochrane and Timothy J. Lambert, editors. Read my story, "Party Planning." |
 From Boys To Men: Gay Men Write About Growing Up. Edited by Ted Gideonse and Rob Williams. |
 Pindeldyboz, Vol. 6. Read my essay, "Son of Kong." |
 I Remember When Dad... : Memories & Stories About Fathers, edited by Louise Egan. |
 Maisonneuve, Jan. 2005. Read my essay, "A Pirate Life For Me." |
 Fresh Men: New Voices in Gay Fiction, Edmund White and Don Weise, editors.Read my short story, "Taking Pictures." |
 I Do/I Don't: Queers on Marriage, Ian Phillps and Greg Warren, editors. Read my essay, "Hope Chest." |
 M2M: New Literary Fiction, Karl Woelz, editor. Read my story "Japanese For Blurred Image." |
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March 20th, 2010 at 5:09 pm
Absolutely beautiful!
March 22nd, 2010 at 9:53 am
That is actually a cactus and succulent garden. It looks much better. I give it 10 stars.