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Evening, By The Lake The sky poured down onto the water, colors spilling from shore to shore – red gold midnight blue the glinting of stars the drape of clouds – rippled by waves and the night-cooled wind. A thousand … Continue reading
Wind Open the doors throw wide the windows and let in the wind. Goodbye dust goodbye toys goodbye mail goodbye rugs goodbye stairs goodbye tables and chairs goodbye paintings and dishes and walls and shelves goodbye books abandoned and books … Continue reading
Even The Dead Are Breathing Ghosts crowd my open mouth – a damp visitation breathing in a cold mist breathing out – before skittering away like clouds.