we are candles burning
You know it's there, waiting.
the seductive shallows
... each pendulum swing slicing time
Dedicated to every tired, worn-out parent who wishes their kids would just grow up already.
Watching everything but each other.
Try to explain to a three-year-old why her grandpa's in hospital by the grace of God and not lying my God it is hard both to explain high religion and base mortality shy of turning it into causality. We believe in God the Father Almighty Creator of mothers and fathers and sons and grand-daughters who… Continue reading Life support
The only thing worth buying is not really for sale. Sure, you can rent it for a while but it eventually goes stale. On the other hand (the one ticking), you have in finite stock to use or lose or watch it trickling, no matter how secure the lock, down the drain. Bleeding out the… Continue reading Ours for sale
Sofa cushions commandeered; sturdy sponge squares stacked into walls of memories shored with pillows and draped blankets holding entrances; exits, childhood.