Morning pours into rooms like it always does. Same gold hues flood open walls with light and color. Same warmth kisses cheeks in same splendor. The ritual of returning from slumber remains as it always has. Same. I do not pause to inhale that fresh first breath of daylight like I so often did. I […]
Before I set about writing this, I looked up and around me in desperate attempt to find the words I wanted. Pining for them tends to fail in yielding ample fruit. If any fruit is found, the pickings are slim and of poor taste. Fruit is fruit, though. If I am starving for artistic nutrients […]
August 9, 2019 Memories of Poppy. My father’s dad is a presence. Any room that hosts him takes on an air of intensity. You can’t help but watch yourself around the tall and aged statue, sitting upright and dignified as he reads his newspapers, books or sudoku puzzles. His face is downturned not from anger […]
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