He had this way of holding my hand when we were out walking at night. The press of people would force us to go single file and he would bend his arm behind his back, holding my hand against him, never letting go, never losing me in the crowd. He had this way of introducing … Continue reading He Had This Way
Gray Morning
There are times, in the eerie hours of the morning when the birds are awake but the sun is yet the slightest lightening from dark to gray, I hear breath breathing beside me. The murmur of an inhale a moment before my own, the faintest drift of air on the back of my neck. In … Continue reading Gray Morning
Six Cartons
I didn’t notice the days go. Not really. I drifted, in those days. The time was a blur and I measured it by the ache in my chest but I couldn’t say how long it was before the ache was less and then gone. Not gone, more like the memory of pain than the pain … Continue reading Six Cartons
In search of…
If there is any pursuit that defines me, it is my search for the light. In my writings, in my thoughts, I look for sunny days ahead. To me, sunlight is not a hollow promise of unending positivity, it is a commitment to keep looking up even when the shadows creep in (and they do. … Continue reading In search of…
Gosh Darn Sunlight 