wax-winged
Blurry around the edges I watch them carve the vast knife-edged darkness and empty bones all the seeming freedom yet feathered satellites to hollow of home and need
The truth of larger choices
She doesn’t want to do anything but be angry, but once again I find myself helplessly … stupidly … making offers, my voice rising in optimistic suggestion at the […]
Scorched earth
A child who shall remain nameless but is a child I helped make woke late on a Saturday morning as though there had been some sort of unpleasant overnight […]