Behind A Stable Heart

The reason I know what lies behind the velvet curtain is that I have been there before: horses in a stable, easing back their heels to embrace the swelling sun, their own bright eye; a set of doubled doors leading to nowhere––– to everywhere in the life of a man remembering what it was likeContinue reading “Behind A Stable Heart”

Half Way

So here you are on this broken ground, and you don’t know which way to turn– questions upon flower beds upon your neighbor’s half opened picket gate that is, perhaps, meant to be half-way– perhaps this is the way. Sink into the ground, feet firm, and know your presence, pen and patience as your guide,Continue reading “Half Way”

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