Pamela Wolfe

clouds in the laundry room

a view of the neighbor's house while sitting on the toilet

looking through the scrollwork to our front porch

inside the storage room, the sun caught my eye

the lid of my dirty clothes hamper and shadows from the windowsill

lying on the floor of my office and thinking about my spine

sofia is standing in the backyard near the basement window

waking up from a nap and seeing feet in the window

tempest and a tea pot

fly on the power meter

a shaft of sunlight on a full belly