Monthly Archives: August 2015
(for shawna) .. and a place to call our own, crawl to for hope and healing – sans ceiling, wide sky. we need a deep breath and enough depth to steep ourselves in words and tea and sea. we … Continue reading
pain. ………again. right between the eyes, like an un -quiet strain. my -grain. ……….again. familiar thrum; like an old, unwelcome friend. ..
.. We need some string to tether the moon when it flees the sky. We need a still slipknot that holds as loose as a hand’s whisper, and a shadow shawl of nightspill to pad the ache that fills the … Continue reading
prompted by dVerse.