Some thoughts on the loose ends of winter: Remnants that scatter. Swept out. Soon to be forgotten. Bared by the persistent cold prove too fragile to stand, neither whole, nor in any semblance of form. A relentless wind, whipping panic, freezing each and every protuberance. Removing the timid, Exposing all that is meager. There is…Read more March, the Death of Winter
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A Shard of Ocean
A careless fling, with little thought, perhaps a simple force of habit, set into motion, brought forth new life. And the past, like yesterday's trash, would've been long forgotten, if that small piece didn't break away from the ceaseless violence and grinding negation to wash up on the shore. And it would've been thrown back, jagged…Read more A Shard of Ocean
Seafoam Woods
I old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they…Read more Seafoam Woods
The Wreck of the Hesperus
I remember the cool darkness as I stood backstage. My fingers were tingling, my stomach was churning, I was both excited and nervous—the classic symptoms of stage-fright that I was experiencing more and more that year. Mrs. Wozniak, my fourth-grade teacher, had nearly forgotten about the event in the auditorium that day. With just minutes to […]
A Light Circle 