Write patiently, darling. Syllables don’t just bounce from cloud to cloud as if Noah’s Arc was reinventing itself––– a rainbow proclaiming its glory. Time––– is slow, when you discover it piece by folded shirt by flowing grass blade to the piece of hair falling on your cheek pushed back by a stranger,Continue reading “Words”
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Friday
Fridays open up into brighter weekends for song birds living on the edge––– time frays, finally letting go of what structure we thought we had between our bones, between our hopes for dreams that may, one day, come true. Fridays open into me and the tree that still gives shade in the fall, althoughContinue reading “Friday”
Reaching Joy 