He expressed his love to her only when she was happy, witty and joyful in her silence she thought, “But what about the other 97 colors of me?” Advertisements
She left the beds unruly because each still had a signature of human warmth; a space she couldn’t bear disturb.
With a needle and translucent thread, I stitched a story. The evergreens brushed my forehead and whisked me along. Deciduous sentries lifted their branches in an, Alleluia. The asphalt tasted of turbinado sugar, and stretched along a blackened silky ribbon. … Continue reading
I splurged today and savored three hours of near-nothingness. I set aside my roles, endless to-do and obligations. I let my brain dribble…drip….drip…drip; watering the calm of serene. I splurged and bought my-absolutely-most-favorite sandwich knowing it has so many layers … Continue reading
I greet the dawn of a new day steadily checking the pulse of time suspended between the stillness of frost and seeing lightness grace a shadowed self-portrait my fingers embrace an earthen mug; and I let in the warmth.
Momentarily, her spirit moved through thickets and moss. the cool greenness and taste of burnt twigs scratched a surface, of hidden spaces tiny pebbles stuck to her breath, as she trembled from an unforeseen heaviness The winds stirred and a … Continue reading
I heard the voices sob through a dark undercurrent a sordid musty fog clung to my cells the grip festered an exchange; an uneasy heaviness steadily I scrapped the the barnacles into a blue dish and lit a candle to … Continue reading