Down to a tea
Sit, sip, start again, from when our moments were simple and sweet, like the people we ideally chose to become.
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Lay it Down
Its white wings spread wide against a crystal blue backdrop and I smile, knowing you are smiling, too
Bird Without a Song
Hana leans into the second verse, singing about the loneliness of a songless bird. The music in my life is missing.
Shoulder Season
Our names were announced over the booming horde hailing the local girl making history. The bell tolled.
Recipe for Life (With Butter and Sugar)
I feel safe and warm, and I drift to sleep with the smell of apples, sugar, and butter gently filling my nose.
Train of Souls
I am drawn to the train tracks and find the memory haunting. Because that’s how you died, my little brother.
Inside her Belly
I lay down on the couch ushered by my anguish. The clock ticks, backwards. I’m four again.
translate my heart
I ache to whisper the fullness of my heart, but can’t decode it swift enough to speak. It’s a foreign language.
Snow Ducks
The late November grey hung in curtains all around them. And of course, greyest of all, on Leonard’s mood.