Tonight I leave the dead to sleep as their faint beckonings resonate and swirl and sift among the moss-draped trees down this path I travel…
Tag: existence
So I recently asked Aunt Agnes to share one of her favorite Thanksgiving recipes, and here is what she said: “Get yourself some Velveeta, some…
Give me your gossamer threaded dreams to string together like memory beads and we might walk freely as passengers on vacation renouncing boredom for adventures…
The laundry woman weaves heavy footed down rows of tables and stacks of plastic baskets singing a silent litany to the many colored clothes. The…
In the picture they are sharing the world between the two of them she is holding it in her outstretched arms they stare at the…
Why can’t life be like a box of chocolates? it’s not, you know it doesn’t melt on your tongue luscious, velvety smooth dark enough to…