I do believe there is a way to speak of the soul which is not a cliché worked in cross stitch or a word used mainly at church or séances. […]
There’s a circa early 90’s grunge band playing at the bar down the street. When I go out in the rain to clear my head I can hear the thrumming […]
We watch seagulls rise and dip, effortless, riding the thermals just as they were designed to do. We are still looking for our wings, middle-aged and this is the best […]
The clouds hunker low today, not mean just sullen. No malice, perhaps a chance of rain later, most likely when I go out to run errands without an umbrella that […]
The memory of those far-flung squandered days can rise out of thin air, an apparition evoked by something as simple as hearing a measure or two of Chopin coming from […]
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