October
It has moved through her so quickly she barely was able to take a breath in. Trees now half naked branches looking thin… Read More »October
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Down The Path of Smallness
drops of moisture like little tiny glass globes appear on the glass pane I narrow my vision from the world at large to the tiny… Read More »Down The Path of Smallness
A Mother’s Pain
One does not throw themselves headlong knowing into the birth of a soulful despair. Rather it comes in one hurling chunk of the rock… Read More »A Mother’s Pain