The grass is brown and dying, fires are blazing across mountaintops, a layer of brown crawls over the sky… Signs … More
Category: Session XI
of trees and leaving
I always thought that I was meant to run, to float, to fly far far away and yet every time … More
half-sleep
I turn around, pushing my back against her warmth and I lay there without any expectation that she will wrap … More
after the fact
there is guilt there is love there is appreciation there is a realization of everything that was there of everything … More
