Tremors of what cannot be found.
Monthly Archives: December 2018
Lace, Coffee and Hope for a Bright Future
As I scrolled through the registry of tartans, I glanced across mine a simple green and red, my family tartan, which I’m so proud to hold. My hot cup of coffee in one hand and hours of bedrest ahead of me I had taken on the task of learning the language Scottish-Gaelic and literally engrossingContinue reading “Lace, Coffee and Hope for a Bright Future”
Ah Reverie, My Dear Friend
Blood dripped out of my cast into a little pool. Good lord, the pain is sometimes unbearable. Though I do bear it readily, bravely, I hope. There is A letter returned in the mail I had sent a week ago. 😦 Alack!My dearest hasn’t gotten a letter in quite some time. And I daresay IContinue reading “Ah Reverie, My Dear Friend”
The Grimace
The Grimace the rain holds Is unrelenting. Mixed with the fear and grief Swept in like a blizzard Quelching any hint of green hope. The world has shut its doors. Some suffer With rabid solace And fatigue of the unknown pangs of misery held inside. Like a empty unknown glass bottle. Reflecting the good ofContinue reading “The Grimace”
