Time
I can’t get lost in time. It ticks too slowly, ticking out its measured tock. Brief segments don’t wander. Purposeful slivers collect in piles that...
Wind in the Spirit
There was a time when the wind touched this spirit. Now the breeze is so soft I can barely feel it. Willow bent low to...
Angels
Angels should guide us. They should be flexible. Winged light, motion in flux. Ascending up and outward, touching upon our inner souls. But the only...
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