and we let down holding tight with trees roots tangled breaking the path below and water flowing down fissures and collapsing tunnels under the Earth we are waking in this morning light with the sounds of mating birds calling near our windows we have not felt this alive in years


Shadows on the Wall

Seeing your shadow pass across the windows in the next room there is a sense of dread. The next conversation will be filled with apologies or accusations or both and what I really want to talk about has nothing to do with any of that. It's the warm glow of a fading summer afternoon past … Continue reading Shadows on the Wall