Chapter 1 – Remnants
Birdsong and blue sky framed the horizon, and a pale grey path of asphalt drifted past a gravel[...]
Who I am today may not be who I was tomorrow
I am the whispery soft sigh of satisfaction under a blue sky, mind's eye soaring high above myself.[...]
September out the window
The vibrancy of yellow ripened leaves dazzles against a grey sky which seems perfectly at home though[...]
Crawling out of the shushes
I am wearing grief like it's a tire which I climbed into and then accidentally started rolling down[...]
July 10 – Winding Road
My path has never been very straight. I have never had a sense of knowing where I'm going,[...]
Lost on purpose
I feel like I should have something really good for this because the notion of purpose is[...]
July 8 – The easy part
Should just be showing up, and yet.... I find reasons, excuses? places to hide from... What? Or who?[...]
July 7 – Less than real
Definitions of fatuous frolicsome foibles are greatly underrated in their ability to encapsulate the mirth contained within. There[...]