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  • Life As It May

    Morning. White haze beyond the window. Eyes, hands, hair; a warm blanket nest. Coffee, a whisper. Peace and a day? Or a splash of grey? Soft. Beyond the sunrise. Life as it may. Continue reading

  • The Sad of Life

    There’s a sad drooping in the air today. A deep sad, thick among the fog of all things left unsaid. It floats in the river and I catch it in my cup, most unwillingly— oddly enthusiastically. Tomorrow, I will place… Continue reading

  • The Magic of Rain

    Because rain was always meant to be magic. Now do you remember? Continue reading

  • In The Black Of Night

    I’m sitting by the fire in the black of the night. The sun shines on the other side of the world and yet here my mind is, alive without it, wondering when sleep will call for me again. My nose… Continue reading

  • Sad Hands

    My hands are not happy with me. If there were little faces in the middle of my palms, both faces would feature a raised eyebrow and an angry forehead, absolutely. They’ve had a big day, the poor muffins. But because… Continue reading

  • Somewhere Summer

    When the leaves start to fall and the sun slides all the way ’round to the other side of the world… I get a little bit grumpy. A little bit cooped up. A little bit sad. You could say I’m… Continue reading