Notches

Home. Where the heart is. Front porch. Where the trees are, a stream runs by. Partly fed by a small waterfall, where Ol' Budda, my Ozarks Buddha, rests. Coffee in hand. A cigarette between my fingers. I scatter birdseed out front. For both birds and squirrels. Dickson Street, our university town's entertainment center, is three blocks away. Where I go for coffee talk, to sketch on napkins, and take my social breaks. Behind me, at the windows, my computer table sets. Setting here, I look out to watch the birds and squirrels - and occasionally a woodchuck - as I write and draw on my Notches. Home. Where the heart is. Mine is here. (Photo by T. Krapausky)