Return To Sender
Dear Da, My Love, To Whom It Hello, Stranger. For that is, in fact, who you have become. Of your own accord. Communications between us once flowed like glacial… Read more »
Category: Processing
Hard To Swallow
Thoughts link, chained haphazardly one to the next, and I let my mind drift. Things I’ve been meaning to write – my mishaps with not-exactly-polyamory, coming to terms with the… Read more »
Starfish
When the tide goes out, thousands of starfish, having crept close to shore in search of food, are stranded on the beach. Every day at low tide, a man walks… Read more »
Imbolc
Crystal dew breaths, visible but not tangible, fade into ether while the sun snuggles into its gray cloud blanket, pushing back the inevitability of dawn’s awakening. And my mind turns… Read more »