Each sunny day, I jog downstairs with my lunch bag and sit at the same park bench in the courtyard. The one drenched in sunlight; the one most avoid so they can keep their energy. While I. I open, turn my body to its rays, willing it to suck it away. I melt under the … More Midday Slice
I draw the curtain Close and open my eyes to the crisp blue skies–still.
Behind her A mountain of ashes rise Tall, venomous Encompasses a year’s worth of darkness that took residence in her bloodstream and infected every inch of her body The rubble of desires now gray dust Behind her. While now she saunters delicately into still waters– Knows what’s ahead won’t be perfect, but goes anyway courageously seeking … More As Her Own
Gradually, I drive into a forest of glimmering new. Advertisements