wrapped in grief's embrace never sweetly felt what lingers deep inside to rattle a chest cold as ... CONTINUED
late afternoon
sitting beneath a tangle of branches and grateful for their shade a bird whose name i’ll never ... CONTINUED
fireflies
as a little boy i'd wait for summer evening skies to be filled with fireflies and gazed in ... CONTINUED
a sunset
a cool, dry summer breeze skates across a freshly mown lawn at the edge of a walled field two ... CONTINUED
a note from skógafoss
words fail us at nearly every turn. wrapped in a web of ideas about how things work and pushed ... CONTINUED
pure possibility
a page. blank as the night sky overcast with clouds. or empty like a back road bathed in ... CONTINUED
as it echoes
i'm not naive enough to believe that a well said word if properly heard makes a damn bit of ... CONTINUED
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