It took me until I was thirty-five years old to realize that all the years I imagined the wind bringing light in an open door or window, the way a warm breeze on a cool day feels like sunlight swept into my waiting arms was an illusion. Light waves may bend or refract off other … Continue reading
I visited you once in summer’s press all fabric stuck or sticking my humid mind fog or forgettin’ a puzzle of squirrels and a hidden nut you’d said was but lost the trees spoke in the wind was only one place where green life did not go near the ponds edge and the catwillows … Continue reading
An ache comes with the chill on the wind a bitter truth is blowing in through the one window left the others were taken down, or blown out by winds I make at night I called up all my gales, truth’s stripped on the force of their winds we made a big mess, trying to … Continue reading
“If I fall, will you catch me?” asked the earth. “Yes,” resounded the sky. “I will hold you forever and kiss every part of you and we may fall but always together.” That is how we will heal the world, the salve of time has always been love. Paige Stewart Photo Cred: Anna Jones Continue reading
Because I never told you Because I never told anyone. Because in between that space lies the sorrow of my silence. A thing heavy and sodden with age, grown denser over time weighted by darkness alone as if dark matter where really the weight of silence itself… which is heavy and burdensome and amplified by … Continue reading
If walls could speak, what would they say? I was built out of fear. Fear made the bricks. Fear mixed in and baked ’til it was stubborn, solid, immobile. Fear made the mortar, mixed and smeared over every last brick, ’til no space remained. Fear made a wall, and everything inside the walls became fearful, … Continue reading
The Calm & The Current 