If a tree falls
the question goes
and no one is around to hear it
does it make a sound

but no one is never not around
the true listeners
always in attendance

such (human) arrogance!

yet I know when I leave
the warm rock
and hike the bent grass trail
back to my car
the river stops dead

Selected byRaymond Huffman
Image credit:Vanessa Ochotorena
Sherry Cassells

I write mostly short stories, the kind I long for but can rarely find. Some have been published here and there in journals, literary presses, anthologies. Also, and this is where I get rich, a new website called litbit.ca