idyllic memory of oceanswallowing me whole, sprintingback to shore to the welcome warm arms of my mothersand singeing soles and fillingup every…
Strangely,
I don’t like to have any memories from my past,I know those people were important,I know I should value…
In the beginning, there was a red brick housewith a cherry tree, plum trees, a rowan tree.
It is 9:15 pm, last dog walk of the day. Earlier than the normal 9:30, but this day has been too long, and I am anxious for it to end.
In the back of my throatBehind the uvula, The little hanging chad,The mouth mystery — The one that aids speechAs though my ability to…
Stains of memoriesEngraved on the mind,Washed away by the whirlpoolOf nomadic time;Stains that seemed everlasting — Left exposed to the…
