In the westward window hang colored glass crystals with cacti beneath. Hopefully not a bad omen for the day. Light streams in the brightly scrubbed glass I cleaned this morning. It makes a person wonder in that fraction of brightness why any darkness could exist. But that is momentous. Life happens and darkness wins sometimes….
Tag: nature
The Fire of Red Birds Imagination
As my pen’s ink shot across the page in freehand the fire before me blazed. Seems as if the fire was also alight in my imagination as I churned out the words of my first short story. This time of recovery has greatly encouraged me to publish two books on Amazon. Which, God-willing will fair…
Powdered Sweet Memories
“The campfire smoke obscuring Orion like a wedding veil.”
5 Feet of Snow
like heart crossed lovers
The Howl
haunting chorus of rage and joy…
