I want to try at least this — to love you.
Flash fiction about expectations and self
A poem.
Don’t fight the winds of change
Stepping outof the storm,a clearingfinally growing. It was a dreamfor so longbut nowit is shininglike diamonds in our palms.
We build fires to bring light — to capture it, pull it in, hold it deepbut light must always leave— it can…
Under orange skies and shades of grey,I stand, soft, unsteady ground beneath me,Drawn to silent roars of breaking…