bag of memories

a bag in the backyard contained the hopes and memories of twenty some years in a way I could not then understand sweet summer evening air playing in the shade of a pear tree with hornet's near when i found it in an old garden i did not run held the memories in my hands … Continue reading bag of memories

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the night

thrown back to the wolves hands finally free of the cloisters the rocks of a far reaching cliff diving deep into the heart of a narrow sea and when the waves rise they crash against stone that has never once had the chance to breathe greener than the earth above the life here has lived … Continue reading the night