I watch him sleep in the early hours of morning, mane as black waters, lips as rosebud with a duskier fragrance, a blend of bitter orange and sage— and I mouth a silent prayer. Outside the wind blows violent, merciless, relentless and unyielding; sometimes souls like ours just come together… Read more“Loganberry Dreams”
Month: March 2020
It Begins With A Rumor
It begins with a rumor, a cluster of individuals huddled together; a little taste of something delicious, and how one embellishes to make it better. Give it a turn or two, it possesses the power to compromise the truth— as though flow of water which weakens the pillars supporting a… Read more“It Begins With A Rumor”